Emma Cheung 4/1/20 Period 2 - Blog #3

Considering the situation right now, I’m feeling kind of cooped up at home. The feeling is less intense when I manage to put my mind off it, but to be honest, I’m more mad about certain things I’ve heard people do. I heard that down in Miami, they still haven’t closed the beaches to tourists. Maybe they have at the time that I’m writing this (I haven’t checked up on it) but it really makes me mad that people aren’t taking this seriously enough. Similarly, I saw that the other day when there was a big ship docking near where the Intrepid is, there was a huge crowd of people just standing there watching the even without any regard to what we have been warned not to do. It’s frustrating.

Working from home is alright. I can do things at my own pace and I do feel like my overall quality of work has improved (aside from being late on this blog, for which I’m really sorry!). It is harder to keep track of the days and this week passed by so quick that I can’t believe it Friday already when it felt like it was Monday just yesterday. The days are blending together and I don’t feel as productive or active as I used to be, but having stuff to work on is better than nothing to do.

I’ve been really liking the reading so far and have somewhat taken to reading ahead (not too far ahead, but still). I’ve been finding Claudia to be a really interesting character – aside from the taking-away-of-a-woman’s-potential- slash-sexual-euphemism that one of the lessons highlighted. She is strange in-between of Lestat’s regard to humans and Louis’s moral compass, a contradiction in the fact that she is a woman in a child’s body. At first I thought her to lean more towards Lestat, but then she plotted to kill him with Louis and succeeded to do so (as far as I can tell now). So in many ways, she really is the daughter of both Lestat and Louis, beyond the cover that they created.

Before I close this out, I think there needs to be at least a word on Louis and his mental state. Every time I think that the poor man can’t get a worse existential crisis, somehow he just manages to do so. It doesn’t even have to be as explicit as that scene where he gets burnt by Babette and he just stands there saying “what am I”. He’s talking about his thoughts but I get the feeling that he’s freaking out as he’s telling it to the boy and trying not to make it obvious that he is freaking out.

All in all, life at home is okay, I still think people are stupid and terrible, and Louis, I love you but please go to a therapist you need it.