Eleven o’clock in the AM, on a cold, gray Tuesday. After yesterday’s seemingly incessant downpour of rain, combined with chilly winds (lovely Wisconsin weather), these are really good weather conditions. It may be a horrific reminder of some of London’s worst days, but at least there was no rain. It’s much better to be cold than the rather unpleasant combination of cold and wet.
History 107. European History. This course covers the chunk between Medieval and modern European history that I’ve always hated with a furious passion, but beggars (or second-semester freshmen) can’t be choosers. The Renaissance was great, and here’s to France finding new Republics every two weeks or so, but bring on the nationalistic friction that culminated to World War One already!
What are we covering today? I didn’t do the assigned reading, but I know we were talking about the Black Death las week. This means…well actually, I don’t know what this means, because again, I really do not like studying this part of European history.
The Prof walks into the fully packed room, with an optimistic and light gait to her walk. “Good morning,” she says, (feigning?) a cheery tone to her greeting. She clicks on the projector and pops a piece of paper with today’s lesson outline: The Hundred Years’ War.
I know this one. We covered this in the seventh or eighth grade. I remember this because Mr. Wood (best teacher EVER) was the instructor, and I remember the first thing he told us about it: that it didn’t really live up to its name and lasted more than a hundred years. The Hundred Years’ war caught my interest then because it was a war between the French and the English, taught to me by an man from Coventry, England (pfft. Don’t get me started about 1066).
I tear myself away from some of my best memories from previous history classes in my life, when I am alarmed by something I see on the outline that the Prof had put up on the overhead projector.
What? I stitch my eyebrows in confusion. Why does she have the word ‘Leet’ written up on the outline?
It took me a while to realize that it wasn’t ‘Leet,’ but the year in which the Hundred Years’ War started: 1337.
Oh my goodness.
Everybody was right.
I am a geek.
Posted on September 12th, 2006 by Antiguit
