I've been using the WRONG SONNET! And, Why I'm Happy

Oh, NO! I've been using the wrong sonnet for two years!! Here and other various websites, like the Divine Comedy message board (I've decided I can't marry William Rubio). How embarrassing. Just so you all know...I have no connection with Sonnet 27. I was probably subconsciously seeking alliterative harmony. Anyways, Sonnet 23 is correct. This is me now. Don't get confused.

Wow, I was a real baby in that last post. I'm glad I decided to "put on my big girl panties and get over it." (Disturbing saying courtesy of the lovely ladies in my mom's office.) Let me tell you why I'm happy:

I'm sitting here again in the library in the exact location of many bloody, early morning struggles with my Heart of Darkness critical essay from last semester. This is a battlefield. And I was the victor. So I like it.
I have internet here, unlike my apartment.
Our toilet got fixed today. I love that guy.
I LOVE MY CLASSES (except maybe two, but we can't have perfection, can we?).
My Brit lit and Shakespeare teachers are real smart. And they're passionate about their subjects and they convey their knowledge in very human and engaging ways (unlike the psychotic American lit teacher...70 Powerpoint slides per class jammed full of text that she just read right off the screen. No human connection. No sanity. I wonder if she's still working after the reviews we gave her...)
My Shakespeare class is in the Shakespeare Room: the front of the class is slightly elevated as to achieve a stage-like effect and there is a beautiful painting of Ophelia on the wall. There's no other art anywhere in the JFSB classrooms. Special, indeed.
I have 2 months to read 1 Kings to Malachi instead of 2 weeks.
I can already tell my mission prep class is going to have me on FIRE.
My nerves get all fluttery and my stomach flipflops and my heart thrills when I read my Brit lit syllabus.
I know a whole bunch of people in most of my classes, so they all already feel like family (approximately half of the as-yet-unmarried/unengaged girls from my freshman ward are in my mission prep class. I find that humourous. To every thing, there is a season...)
We talked about Byronic heroes in Brit lit and one girl needed a more contemporary example of one (Frankenstein, his Creature, and Heathcliff from Wuthering Heights just weren't striking a chord). I think I made some friends, or, at the very least, many admirers, when I suggested Snape. Mwaha.
It's been really, truly storming the last two days, on and off. North Carolina-quality storms. The thunder woke me up this morning. I got to be stuck in the rain yesterday. Glorious. (I was stuck because I had to stop to write...you must succumb when the muse strikes or risk peril of losing the words).
My Shakespeare and mission prep teachers are hilarious. Examples:
Shakespeare professor:
"If you're a real English major, you'll keep your Riverside Shakespeare and put it on your shelf and people will see it and it will become part of your identity. Or you can sell it back...for a few dollars...pay for a few lunches...but is it really worth...your soul?"
"When I was in high school, whenever I'd walk out the door, my mom would say, 'To thine own self be true!' and I got a little older and I told her she was quoting Polonius and he was a fool, and then I got older and said, 'Sorry.'"
"Literature is equipment for living. The more Shakespeare you know, the more you know about everything and then you can feel really smart, which is an aim of a BYU education."
"Before the mid-80s, we had some really dry BBC versions (of Shakespeare)...I mean, you'd put sick animals in from of them to euthanize them."
"Film helps popularize Shakespeare. Put Leonardo DiCaprio and Claire Danes in Romeo and Juliet and suddenly you've got all these 13 year old girls who wouldn't have known Shakespeare otherwise. I swear, I went to see it and I think I was the only one over 15 in the theatre. And the only man. There were all these girls swooning...it was great! Shakespeare's for everyone!"
And mission prep (some funny, some profound):
"If you cheat, double time in Hotel Hell."
"When you are honest with yourself, you take off at warp speed, spiritually."
About attendance policy: "If you get engaged and you can't keep away from each other and are constantly doing PDA's, don't come to class. It's distracting. And don't come if you're on your honeymoon. I had a guy take time from his honeymoon and he and his wife came to my D&C class...there are better things to do on your honeymoon! Get with it!"
"I'm a pragmatist, let's call it like it is: some of the General Authorities are really boring, but most of them are really good."
On our assignment to teach a discussion to someone and a warning to the girls about teaching their RM boyfriends: "You need to tell them before you start, 'If you make me cry, I will nuke you off my list of marital candidates.' And they will. They know the tricky questions to ask, they've had it done to them for two years. And it happens every semester, some sister comes to me, tears coming down her face, mascara coming down her face, and I say, 'You did your discussion, huh?'
'*sniff*Yeah...'
'RM boyfriend?'
'Used to be.'
'You didn't warn him? Then suffer, dangit!'"

Ah. Life.