Fall '04 classes
HIS 315L - American History since 1845
Eight o' clock:
"This isn't Trivial Pursuit, folks."
Two tests, one paper. All essays, all
thinking, all the time. No trivial dates
to memorize. We are reading The Jungle,
Fast Food Nation, The Feminine Mystique
(apparently my grandmother went to college
with the author), Black Boy, and not text
books, so that's good. This class looks
terribly hard, but promising.
ARH 399M - American Art since 1960
Nine thirty:
A-fucking-maizing. The first lecture
was about De Kooning, Pollock, Rothko,
and Motherwell -- who my profesor knew --
He was a grad student in New York in
the sixties. He worked as an art critic.
He is simply ...wow. I want to trade
lives with him!
E316K - American Literature
Twelve thirty:
The most adorable little bald man
teaches this class. He started the
class by demanding we eradicate the
words "symbol" and "theme" from our
vocabularies because they are
responsible for the downfall
decline of our education system,
and I must say, I do agree with him.
We spend far too much time preoccupied
with smaller, ultimately insignificant
"symbols," rather than stopping, stepping
back and simply thinking about what we
have read. We are taught to dissect things
to death. Ok, rant over. We are reading
Morrison, Hemingway, Twain ..etc..
ART - Life Drawing
Two o' clock:
Naked people, for four hours, this
can only hold my interest for so long
However, my professor earnestly seems to
want to help us develop as artists. He is
a working artist and rather spacey, but
seems genuine. And my TA is adorable
to boot.
PS303 - Physical Science
Seven o' clock:
I don't think there is a more awful
place on the entire UT campus than
the engineering building, where my
class is. It is some tiny forgotten
pit of the the building. It's late
at night. It's science. It's lame.
So, I think I can honestly call my
self busy.
Eight o' clock:
"This isn't Trivial Pursuit, folks."
Two tests, one paper. All essays, all
thinking, all the time. No trivial dates
to memorize. We are reading The Jungle,
Fast Food Nation, The Feminine Mystique
(apparently my grandmother went to college
with the author), Black Boy, and not text
books, so that's good. This class looks
terribly hard, but promising.
ARH 399M - American Art since 1960
Nine thirty:
A-fucking-maizing. The first lecture
was about De Kooning, Pollock, Rothko,
and Motherwell -- who my profesor knew --
He was a grad student in New York in
the sixties. He worked as an art critic.
He is simply ...wow. I want to trade
lives with him!
E316K - American Literature
Twelve thirty:
The most adorable little bald man
teaches this class. He started the
class by demanding we eradicate the
words "symbol" and "theme" from our
vocabularies because they are
responsible for the downfall
decline of our education system,
and I must say, I do agree with him.
We spend far too much time preoccupied
with smaller, ultimately insignificant
"symbols," rather than stopping, stepping
back and simply thinking about what we
have read. We are taught to dissect things
to death. Ok, rant over. We are reading
Morrison, Hemingway, Twain ..etc..
ART - Life Drawing
Two o' clock:
Naked people, for four hours, this
can only hold my interest for so long
However, my professor earnestly seems to
want to help us develop as artists. He is
a working artist and rather spacey, but
seems genuine. And my TA is adorable
to boot.
PS303 - Physical Science
Seven o' clock:
I don't think there is a more awful
place on the entire UT campus than
the engineering building, where my
class is. It is some tiny forgotten
pit of the the building. It's late
at night. It's science. It's lame.
So, I think I can honestly call my
self busy.