Firstly, HURRAH for Neil Gaiman
! Because he really does deserve it, and is a fabulous writer (and is my god) and I cannot wait for Tuesday.
Secondly, I hate philosophy class. Rather sadly, I am actually enjoying Descartes--as in, the actual text; I say "sadly" because I really, really, really don't like the teacher. He is so frustrating, and aggravating, and I was incredibly annoyed for a full two hours which is not a happy state to be in. He's all about going through Descartes' text and arguments line by line and point by point; which would be fine and dandy, if he actually, oh, did that. But he doesn't. He goes off on random tangents which have nothing to do with Descartes, apparently; and then it all links back after ten minutes to the point that Descartes Was Revolutionary And No Other Philosopher Thought This Ever And All Thought Afterward Depends On Him, Isn't He Cool.
Ok. Fine. I get this already, can we move on please?
And Michelle started to say something really interesting, and I thought Oh finally, an actual seminar, can we discuss things now?
and he actually interrupted her in order to remind us yet again of the importance of following Descartes line by line. And then proceeded to talk for fifteen minutes about the five senses of Aristotle. I. Am. So. Bloody. Aggravated.
*deep breath* But on the entire opposite end of the spectrum, Literature ROCKS MY WORLD. I love Professor Taylor--he's so into the class and we can tell he is really amused by us. We looked at Twelfth Night
today, which made me terrifically happy. We read II, iv aloud (the "my father had a daughter loved a man" scene), and I got to be Viola (which only reminded me of how much I really want to play this part, gar....). And then we watched the same scene in the Trevor Nunn movie, which I adore. Man I love that class. LOVE. I was horribly nerdy and answered practically every question and probably talked way too much. (Also Taylor asked what page we were on and Elaine said, "1066," and I muttered, "Norman Conquest!" and I think I should probably be shot dead for that. Ahahaha I LOVE THIS CLASS.)
And now I have to go read history. Which also rocks, though it's harder; but I love Kangas. I think he also is amused by us, which makes everything good.
I start work in the Writing Center tomorrow. PANIC. I really truly hope I don't have a session on my first day. I kind of doubt it; but I'm hoping all the same.