International Crime

I remain tired, more than I feel I should be.  It is not very comfortable, but I am dealing with it.  This physical status has defined so much of my life, as I tend to sleep far more than peers, and face the greatest of difficulties when it comes to waking up at any time other than when my body is ready.

But unlike a few days so far this semester, I did make it to class on time.  And perhaps more unlike a few other days, I paid close attention during my second class today.  We had a student led discussion on a sonnet by Keats titled, “On First Looking Into Chapman’s Homer.”

I must confess that I have not been greatly amused by my “Romantic Movement” course, which has been a course of poetry thus far.  It should be said, however, that I am not a great fan of poetry overall, and therefore very picky.  So it should be little surprise that I have not read many of the assignments.  I know, I sound like a terrible student…but I am studying at GWU based on academic merit and I have never been much more active in my studies.

I suppose that if I have a point I want to make, and keep this entry brief I should get there.  First of all, one of the two students leading the discussion was clearly not familiar with Homer, sad, but I could understand that.  I needed to point out to her a big argument which would help her presentation but of which she was naively unfamiliar.  Homer was a blind poet.

During this discussion of the sonnet I made a startling realization pertaining to my own childhood, and leading up to the point I am currently at in life, as well as where I am heading.

Homer’s great work The Odyssey has been a dominant force in my life, making me who I am, and guiding certain of my great ambitions.  I was taken by the Greek epic when I was young, but not only for the mythology, also from the literary side.  I read countless children’s additions, and learned about how certain things are keep and others removed.  I learned how the name of Odysseus could change to Ulysses.  And I learned that there is a whole world beyond just the text itself which is almost necessary for the ultimate enjoyment and understanding of the work.

The Odyssey turned me into a bibliophile, an English major, a classicist, and so much more, and continues to guide my education and aims in life.  I’m very glad for it.

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