I’m such a Fool

My junior year began with most hectic schedule. Not only did I have 3 jobs but I also decided to involve myself with St. John’s theater club Chrysostomos. For I had decided to direct a play, Moliere’s Les Femmes Savantes, a satire on academic pretension, which was quite a success around here, not to say we are all inflated scholars, but Moliere is good for us as Swift is good for us, sorry, I tend to be incredibly digressive as a writer sometimes. I must say though, the beginning of last semester was about the perfect time to carry out such a time-consuming task. Junior year gets progressively harder, in a challenging and rewarding sort of way. Nowadays trying to derive Maxwell’s equations and to understand Kant’s Critique of Pure Reason take most of my time. So given these present circumstances, I have no idea why I auditioned for the traditional Shakespeare play that shows at the end of the semester. But how could I resist auditioning for King Lear? Only a fool would do such a thing.