Classic lit authors, if they had gone to high school together…

Because we are the kind of people who sit around wondering what this would be like. Because we can.

Victor Hugo: one of those almost-nerdy “I’m running for school president” kids.

Mary Shelley: sophisticated and macabre, listens to Florence and the Machine.

The Bronte sisters: would be those creepy-close family members who turn their pain into art and wear way too much eyeliner.

Lucy Maud Montgomery: was that sweetheart, home-town girl who has a tumblr full of flower and teapot pictures.

Lewis Caroll: He was that (probably carrot-top) kid who is completely obnoxious, but so sweet that everyone wants to be his friend anyway. Too quick-witted for his own good.

Lord Byron: has a reputable political family, but is failing to uphold that upstanding image. You should hear the gossip. Has an unexpected friendship with Mary Shelley, see above.

Edgar Allen Poe: I think it goes without saying that he was that emo creep in the corner of the library. Might be dating his cousin?

Shakespeare: TOTAL hipster man. Overly confident, nearly annoyingly so. Extrovert who can’t possibly stay at home enough to study, but makes amazing grades. Also, that kid with his obnoxious made-up vocabulary.. will NEVER catch on.

Jules Verne: … honestly, I think he’s been an old man his entire life. You are obligated to be endearingly quirky, with a name like Jules.

Jane Austen: brooding, though not melancholy. Amazingly good student, if she likes the subject. Doesn’t really date, but likes to matchmake.

Charles Dickens: Extreme compassion for the underdog. Painfully long-winded not only in conversation, but also reports, essays, etc.


Do you think we made the grade? Any contributions we should add?


The Humanities

This is an excerpt from an essay I was forced commissioned to write in Fine Arts/Humanities class:  

“The “Humanities” is an all-inclusive term used to describe every possible pursuit of art and expression- even in a historical context. Film, music, all genres of literature, photography, painting and drawing, sculpture, wood working, dance, architecture, garment making and embroidery; yarn works such as crocheting, knitting and lace tatting, are just a sampling of the crafts included in this definition. The Humanities as a group are not new: each human is born with the innate necessity of creation and expression of self. Where man is, the humanities follow without fail. We seek not only to define to others aspects of the world as we see it, but improve the world to our liking. The ‘Humanities’ bear the physical manifestation of this truth: They give us entertainment, emotional release, intellectual stimulation, and ultimately, the connection with others that we so deeply crave. It gives us joy to bond over appreciation of an art, whether that comes in the form of debating the symbolism of a sonnet, or smiling with someone over a photograph. If we never had the opportunity to make such connections, we would be miserable creatures indeed. This connection, this understanding, is a bridge that can cover a multitude of dissimilarities between individuals and even their respective cultures. Art is the sole medium by which cross-cultural understanding can be achieved without an interpreter. It is necessary in our view of the world. To see anything beautiful in our own psyche, and that of others, or in the delightful expanse that constitutes the universe, we must employ some manner of art. Science looks at the sky and knits its brow thinking of the atoms, neurons, and gravitational pulls. Shakespeare looks at the sky, and bids the stars to hide their fires. Science thinks of the future, and brings out a calculator. But the humanities, ah. From the smoky fields of Dystopia to silky musings of heaven, considerations of the future has always brought out the best in the humanities. Our posterity has all manner of material goods to gain from science, but their hearts will be made happy by the humanities.”