I have a somewhat higher tolerance for movies than you do but I also have a really large backlog of things I've committed to watch before this, sigh.
Those facts are related. :) I refuse to watch almost everything, and I wouldn't be watching any of this now if I weren't chronically sleep-deprived.
basically led to my skipping all of the world history classes, so I definitely never learned about Frederick the Great in school.
I *took* all my world history classes, and still didn't learn any of this! At best Fritz might have been a passing mention in the Seven Years' War, but only if we covered the war before I became obsessed, because then I would definitely remember. It's just possible, because I became obsessed in January or February of that school year (I don't remember the day, but I still have a very clear visual and tactile memory of the exact moment), and if we started with the Renaissance in August and finished up with WWI in May...why, yes, I do have surprisingly specific memories of my life, why do you ask? :P
My OC protagonist was modeled on Joan, both explicitly in-universe and in terms of authorial choices, but with Alexander the Great's level of success at incorporating new territories into her growing empire, lol forever, plus a longevity that is only remotely plausible if you know she was a time-traveler from the future, oh god, I'm laughing so hard.
She would have performed well in an epic rap battle, is I guess what I'm saying. ;)
Speaking of memories, I have no idea why this memory just came back to me, but in that world history class sophomore year, I have this hilarious memory of someone asking, in all seriousness, "What's sodomy?" and the teacher panicking and looking at *me* to bail her out, LOOOL. Unfortunately for her, I was such a prude at that age that even though I knew the answer, I said, "Don't look at me!" So she was forced to address the question while trying to keep the class from getting out of control. Older me would have happily bailed her out, but she got sophomore and sophomoric me, alas.
I was surprised then and I'm surprised now, not that she knew that I knew, because of course I knew virtually everything that came up in that class from my extensive reading, but that in her moment of panic she turned to me. And then I let her down. I'm sorry, Mrs. R!
Re: Epic rap battles of history
Those facts are related. :) I refuse to watch almost everything, and I wouldn't be watching any of this now if I weren't chronically sleep-deprived.
basically led to my skipping all of the world history classes, so I definitely never learned about Frederick the Great in school.
I *took* all my world history classes, and still didn't learn any of this! At best Fritz might have been a passing mention in the Seven Years' War, but only if we covered the war before I became obsessed, because then I would definitely remember. It's just possible, because I became obsessed in January or February of that school year (I don't remember the day, but I still have a very clear visual and tactile memory of the exact moment), and if we started with the Renaissance in August and finished up with WWI in May...why, yes, I do have surprisingly specific memories of my life, why do you ask? :P
My OC protagonist was modeled on Joan, both explicitly in-universe and in terms of authorial choices, but with Alexander the Great's level of success at incorporating new territories into her growing empire, lol forever, plus a longevity that is only remotely plausible if you know she was a time-traveler from the future, oh god, I'm laughing so hard.
She would have performed well in an epic rap battle, is I guess what I'm saying. ;)
Speaking of memories, I have no idea why this memory just came back to me, but in that world history class sophomore year, I have this hilarious memory of someone asking, in all seriousness, "What's sodomy?" and the teacher panicking and looking at *me* to bail her out, LOOOL. Unfortunately for her, I was such a prude at that age that even though I knew the answer, I said, "Don't look at me!" So she was forced to address the question while trying to keep the class from getting out of control. Older me would have happily bailed her out, but she got sophomore and sophomoric me, alas.
I was surprised then and I'm surprised now, not that she knew that I knew, because of course I knew virtually everything that came up in that class from my extensive reading, but that in her moment of panic she turned to me. And then I let her down. I'm sorry, Mrs. R!