First night of class---Shakespeare
Last night was my first class of the fall semester---seminar on Shakespeare. After taking it up the ass at the bookstore ($95 for a 12 lb. Shakespeare collection), I walked into class. I knew some about a third of the people there. There were a couple of fucktards from the summer class, some that I haven't seen since the spring, and "interesting" new people.
George (weird guy from Africa) was in my summer poetry class. I thought, "Oh shit, here we go again." In the summer class, he never shut his mouth, especially about T.S. Eliot (who I thought was a schmuck anyway). He thought knew everything there was to know about poetry. Whatever! He took everything to mean something else. Dr. Gorman even told him not to get so carried away. He talked to me after class. Thank god he doesn't know shit about Shakespeare!! :)
My buddy, Donnie from the summer class, is in both classes with me. We talked about how Shakespeare was a pimp because his daughter was born only 6 months after he married...........
George (weird guy from Africa) was in my summer poetry class. I thought, "Oh shit, here we go again." In the summer class, he never shut his mouth, especially about T.S. Eliot (who I thought was a schmuck anyway). He thought knew everything there was to know about poetry. Whatever! He took everything to mean something else. Dr. Gorman even told him not to get so carried away. He talked to me after class. Thank god he doesn't know shit about Shakespeare!! :)
My buddy, Donnie from the summer class, is in both classes with me. We talked about how Shakespeare was a pimp because his daughter was born only 6 months after he married...........