It’s 95 and sunny, but fall officially starts for me today as another semester begins. I’m taking two classes this semester: U.S. Pop Culture (an interdisciplinary Humanities/English class) and Teaching College Composition. I will thoroughly enjoy the first; the second scares the hell out of me . I know I can write, I’m just not sure if I can teach someone else to write. Time will tell. Or, rather, sixteen weeks will tell.
The reading list for both classes is more than manageable, especially after the eighteen books I had to read during the six week summer semester. I still can’t quite believe I did that to myself (meaning taking two literature classes concurrently during a summer semester), but I lived to tell the tale and-- I have to say-- if I can survive that, I can survive anything. Anything academic, anyway.
Let the semester begin…
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