No New Tale To Tell

            The Canterbury Tales aren't really my thing. I read them, I listened to everyone present them, I really did try, but honestly, I cannot stand the whole old english thing. (Should I be posting that in a blog for a brit lit class?) It's terrible, it makes me want to cry. I did enjoy analyzing the tale that Shiri, Kristy and I were given to present, however. At first glance it seemed just like another strange piece of old British literature that will make me want to tear my hair out, but upon deeper analysis, and an english translation on sparknotes, we found that the story is really about chickens doing some pretty funky things. (And, you know, some underlying themes about never being too cocky for your own good and the secret meaning behind dreams, but the chicken thing was what actually got me interested. If it was humans I would've slept through the whole thing.) Most of them, upon hearing my classmates presentations, were actually pretty weird. This doesn't mean that I would ever read them again, however. I am so very glad that's over.