Somehow I signed myself up to assistant teach an 8:00 a.m. class next semester (my first teaching endeavor since my French hooligans), which will mean being up in the city bright and early Why? Why!? I’ve always said getting up before dawn is inhuman.
Oh wait, it’s because I’m teaching the inhuman. Yes, it’ll be just me and the Divine Marquis (and a more experienced grad student instructor, and 33 undergrads). I’ll also be teaching Sylvia Plath (!), Jeanette Winterson (!!), Anne Carson (!!!), and Angela Carter (!!!!). My little tomato heart may well explode.
Poor undergrads, taking a required course to learn how to write essays. I wonder if they know they’ve signed up for rape by monks and sex with wolves.
