Class Part I!

So today was that wonderful day where people, many young, some older, walk into a class and sit in desks to shuffle about for a few minutes, making various attempts at conversation or dignified silence until a figure walks in front of the class, hands out sheets of paper, and talks for a while.

Yes, it was the first day of class. I had two classes going for me, both in the early afternoon.

Women Writers in Britain

Or, more accurately termed, Medieval and Renaissance Women Writers.

Like all classes I've taken with the word "Women" in them, this one was rather lopsided gender-wise, which is a shame in this case because what I've read of the different authors is broadly engaging material.

I've had the professor before, and she remembered me (after a spring and a summer!). She is both unflinchingly nice and demanding. (We're definitely going to be reading loads, as her syllabus declares.) It was a brief introduction, which was good. Apparently a lot of the focus (after Marie de France, our first few weeks of reading) will be on mystical revelation and Catholic theology, which will be difficult for me. But I'm willing to give it a shot.

Modern American Literature

This man has facial hair to be reckoned with.

No, no, he seems fairly good. Actually, I did an overachieving moment and printed off the syllabus from online before class, and did the readings. Like with the other professor, the syllabus tells a far harsher story than the professor does. He wants to have "true dialogue," that is, we expressing our ideas without any preconception on his part of what he wants in reply. I hope that works out.

Now, two more classes. One I have already read the syllabus for, and it scares me. Nonetheless, we'll see how it suits.