Right. Class. I've got that.
I really enjoy my Poetry class. We spent the entire first class period talking about which fonts makes readers want to vomit. I think I'm going to enjoy this teacher. A person left in tears on the first day when she found out it was poetry only, and not fiction-oriented. I laughed really hard.
My Western Culture class is probably the most interesting. It's about how philosophy and religion has helped and hindered scientific thought throughout the ages. The professor doesn't like giving long lectures, so we get out at least twenty minutes early every day. The TA is, like, 60 years old though, and totally incompetent.
My Comedic Drama class is okay. The professor expects four to five plays read a week, which is overkill, if you ask me. Plus he grades solely on intuition, so we're supposed to turn in two papers and a few response papers and then he'll get a feel for our knowledge of the subject. While most professors probably grade like this, I don't think I enjoy the fact that he's so up-front with it, especially because he's giving us no guidelines for the papers, except that there needs to be two of them.
My professor for Classical Mythology is easily excited, and speaks in redundant questions: What do we know about their background? What does this tell us about their history? Their backstory? Their parent's story? What does this say about the lives they used to lead? It gets old. The TA is hot, though. He looks kind of like that one guy from QAF.
My professor for Gay and Lesbian Studies isn't too bad, though the real story is that I'm the only boy in the class. Fucking lesbians always ruin things.
Oh, and in case you're wondering. 8932 pages to read this semester. Plus any packets that will be handed out. And yes, I counted.
