It has been raining for days. raining and misting and mist-raining. now the birds are chirping.
on 4/20 Sam asked Rosette and me if there was any reason there were so many people in the woods. (people slinking away from the the green of Blithewood to smoke because the grass was wet)
also you know what's filling? carbs. like bread. replacement for passover? milk. no chance I'm getting osteoporosis now.
Just came back from a meeting with my adviser, because we have to sign up for courses soon. He's going on sabbatical so I have to switch for next semester.
part of choosing classes is looking up the teachers.
some teachers have reviews like this:
"Bradford Morrow is such a pompous, condesceding jerk. He has the potential to be a great teacher, since he's intelligent and eloquent---but unfortunately for all of us who made the mistake of taking his class, his arrogance transcends his brilliance. Get the reading list and read the books on your own."
and this
"oh god. brad morrow. i didn't think it was possible to name-drop consistently for three hours each monday, but brad found a way to do it. hey, if i had met cormac mccarthy in a parking garage once, i might name-drop too. forget about the actual class material!"
So I guess I'm not taking "New Directions in Contemporary Fiction". Thankfully he's only teaching that one class, and quite a few of the other teachers I looked up were listed either as "hidden gems" or otherwise brilliant.
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