School is back

I have successfully finished the first day of classes (actually it's the first two days, but they were both first days for certain classes; we'll just lump it all into one).

The teacher of my racquetball class will be providing all the equipment, which is nice (even though I have my own). Even nicer is that I can go to class from home, and come straight home when it's done to shower, so there's no awkward changing or showering at the HPER, which I can't even imagine doing (the showering part anyway).

My Advanced Fiction Writing class, which is 2.5 hours long, should be okay; I've heard rumors about this professor but she seemed pretty put together, and it's only a once-a-week class anyway. But it's advanced. That will probably balance it out.

Period Studies will be FABULOUS!!!! Mostly because Dr. McCuskey is teaching it. We're studying the Victorian period, which I'm not an absolute fan of, but I'm way excited for that class. I think I can safely say that it will probably be my favorite this semester, even though we're reading Middlemarch by George Eliot (who was really a woman). I know nothing about that book, except what Dr. McCuskey told us in class: "I have to warn you," (pause as he looks all around the class) "People tend to hate this book." Sounds like fun!

Poetry Writing I am not excited for. Basically I'll have to write 2-3 poems a week: 9 poems are turned in periodically throughout the semester; about 6 poems will be reviewed in one-on-one conferences with the professor; and there's like 8 peer workshops/reviews that are supposed to focus on totally different poems from any of the above. I don't like poetry. I'm only in this class for my major. And I don't think this approach will help me learn to like poetry, either.

Science and Technology in Modern Society is my depth science requirement and Sarah says it's easy, but we'll see how that goes. No book, which is good, I guess, but the students basically teach the class because once a week a group presents on a topic. Hopefully this class is interesting enough that I can stay awake. The last class I fell asleep in was in the same room. Is that a sign?

Since my roommates came home and school started again I haven't been reading much in Jane Eyre, but I'll finish it, I promise!