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?
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