So, here's the 411: Spring Term be out of control. Three classes sounds like a cinch, but I promise it's not; I've had a paper or project do pretty much everyday of class. Plus lots and lots of reading. I am taking American Folklore, Postmodernism, and Critical Theory.
American Folklore is like being in the 5th grade again. Which is totally chill. Plus my favorite fellow English major, Brighton, is in there with me. And our textbook is a children's book of tall tales. Can you say awesome?
Postmodernism is that perfect mix of challenging and interesting. It may be my new fave time period/movement to study. Plus, I've gotten good grades/feedback on all assignments, and I'm pretty sure my teacher likes me. She always loves my comments and she wrote that she "thoroughly enjoyed reading this" on one of my papers. End of story: I'm the greatest. (Joke. Duh.)
Also, connection! The last book we read for PoMo was The English Patient, which was made into a movie a few years ago. Anyways, my mommy told me about this Seinfeld episode all about the movie version, so Dan and I watched it, and it's HYSTERICAL. Here's a lovely clip of Elaine with her boss at the movies.
Critical Theory makes me want to kill myself. Seriously. The other day in that class I wrote in my notes "Kill me now!" Then I scribbled it out because it sounded like a hex or something, and I don't really want to die. I just hate that class. It's TWO AND A HALF HOURS LONG. My teacher for that class has a hook hand, so you'd think he'd be more interesting. Nope. Like Professor Binns in Harry Potter. Essentially it's a philosophy class, and so far we've covered Plato and Aristotle. It's going to be a long seven weeks.
Now I have to go bury myself in my Folklore project. Kbye.