It is on December nights, with the thermometer at zero...

Recent conversations have led me to thinking about religious studies. Now don’t worry I’m not about to get all religious on you. I’m talking about classes I took for my English degree. I cheated some in the “taking classes” area. If you were in the honors program some of the classes you took from that department counted as other requirements. This was AMAZING. Nothing quite like being required to take an agricultural class (like the uses for natural gases) and instead being able to take “Thomas Jefferson: The man, the legend” instead. (One of the AG professors was in love with T.J. and as such offered a fantastic class on him. He would give out prizes in class. Wine, cider, books, specialty mugs. But I digress.)

Blah, all this reminiscing has me thinking about other fun classes. Or other class moments. (Because as much a pain in the butt those two classes were with the Evil professor, the man was funny, and as we put on his evaluation “he knows everything about everything.”) I may do further reminiscing in the future. “Vampires as Literature” “The Origin of the Child” (GOD that was an amazing class too! Loved discussing how children became “innocent” in literature.) “American Literature II” (Typee discussions!), My Shakespeare classes (It’s all fruit!- Inside joke I can explain). “Children’s Literature”, “Modern Literature” (Shit class, the professor was also a crazy person. Literally everyone failed and the curve was insane.) I'll probably talk about us categorizing our professors as mythical creature. (We had a mummy, troll, faerie, werewolf, and so on.)

I think I’ll also see if I can find any of my old work from my Creative Writing classes.