I Am Sad

Dr. Whalen has gone to Florida.

Second Day of School!

Tuesdays and Thursdays are officially tough. I have three back to back classes, sandwiched by work. It's nice to only have 1 class on Wednesday and Fridays because I'll have a chance to finish all of my readings (I hope).

The first hit of the day is Milton...who was yet another white man from ages ago. Shucks. Ok, I'll try not to be too judgemental, I suppose. Burbery is teaching this class, and he gives the room a comfortable atmosphere. He expects a lot out of us, though. They syllabus is 20 pages long. Eek.

Next I have my Senior Seminar (my capstone) at the end of which I will have a two-inch three-ring binder filled with my writings. Oh, and we're studying theory, criticism, and postcolonialism. This class will take up half of the assignment board.

Closing the day is American Lit 1830-1865. We get to read Whitman, Alcott, and Thoreau, which is exciting. But we also have to read...a lot of other boring stuff, and put up with a guy in the class who is old(er) and thinks that he is smarter than the teacher. The work in there looks to be average, about an hour an evening.

In other news. I need a name for my new car. Any suggestions?

First Day of School

Although I have been in Huntington all summer, this first day of the "fall" semester was still full of first day jitters. I began the day in the mailroom, which was more like coming home than going to work. Not that Home is demoted, my week spent with the family was great and full of love. I'm just fortunate enough to have two homes.

This senior year is calm excitement in that I am thrilled about my coursework (most of it), and I finally feel comfortable and competent in my classes. My peers are actually sensible adults who are here to learn, not to flirt or party. It seems to me that we are all thrilled with learning. It's a comfortable, non-threatening atmosphere.

Things that aren't so nice about the new year: Some of the people are missing from my college life (i.e. graduates), things will be stressful, and my new contacts not having arrived yet.

The only class that has met thus far is Western World Literature with Dr. Hood, whom I had last year. She is a brilliant instructor, really knows her stuff, but she is a little....aloof. Regardless, I always learn in her classes, and her uniqueness lends itself to her quirky sense of humor.

Next is Shakespeare with Dr. Taft, whom I had a few semesters ago. He's a fun teacher also, very relatable and relaxed. But it's Shakespeare, and despite my love for literature, I find it easy to be critical of the bard. Regardless, it's a night class so only once a week :D.

I have to unpack now and wash some dishes.

A Factual Statement

I am very excited for school to begin.