Hating the Bard

A week ago I liked Shakespeare.

Now I hate the Bard.

I have dreaded this class for the last three years, only because I knew it was inevitable, a requirement to graduate. So, I put it off until my last semester when I figured I would be wise and analytical and ready to take on his plays. The first few weeks have gone well, I am actually understanding what I am reading and I've enjoyed discussing things in class. HOWEVER, now that I have a paper due Thursday I cannot understand anything that I am supposed to write about. I couldn't pull my own topic out so I'm going with a prompt. But by the time I actually sit down to write at night, I'm exhausted. A day of work, class, practice, and then coming home to clean-up and cook a healthy meal. It's 8 o'clock. Who wants to write about Shakespeare that late anyway?

Not me, but I have too... I'm up to 766 words, so about 200 more from last night when I gave up. I only have to make it to 1000 but this last page is just so hard.

This, however, is my friend.