The necklace was fake. The ten years were real.
The necklace was fake, but the debt, the work and the wish to be seen were real.
The necklace was fake, but the debt, the work and the wish to be seen were real.
In Thursday’s World Literature lesson, we read a short story about a girl who kept returning to the same window. The teacher asked us to count how many times the…
We were reading a short poem in World Literature class on Tuesday evening. Fourteen lines, and I understood every word on the first read. The teacher asked what the poem…
Monday night, and my World Literature essay draft looks very busy. There are names, scenes, and also a timeline about who came in and who left. But it still does…
Saturday night, and my World Literature notes are open to a page where I think I already finish the hard part. I have a point. I have a feeling about…
Friday night, and the Romeo and Juliet notes are open again, the ones that earn me a C in English. Not because I skip the reading. I know the plot.…
Friday night, and I finally buy the anthology I have been borrowing from the library in pieces. The shop have a new one with a stiff spine, and a used…
Sunday night, and I finally open The Cherry Orchard. It is on the World Literature list I stare at two days ago and do not close. Chekhov. A house, a…
I read Oscar Wilde’s The Nightingale and the Rose on Thursday night, which was a mistake only because I then couldn’t fall asleep. It’s on the IGCSE World Literature list…