Heiðr’s Creek

I have a problem. A problem with skipping Old Norse. I am completely terrified of conjugating Icelandic verbs and having to translate Viking myths. Just as I begin to head off to class, something stops me. I make a bee-line back to my house where I know “Dawson’s Creek” is waiting.

Oh, “Dawson’s Creek”. It makes me miss fall on Cape Cod and, dare I say it, the terror that was high school. Basically, “Dawson’s Creek” beats Old Norse hands down. Every time.