I just got the syllabus for the summer class I'm taking, and HOLY CRAP is it front-loaded and busy busy the whole way through. Here I thought I'd get to take a bit of a break before leaving up north. Nope. As it is, I'll be lucky if I survive the next seven days. (3 papers due already? Oh, fuck-and-a-half.)
Still, for all the sudden feeling of a gun at my forehead, I'm still excited about the class, and the prof has even mentioned being willing to work with me as a "special needs" - in other words, a writer - student. By which he means, while everyone else will be writing essays, I'll instead write stories or plays that deal with the broader