First Class

I had my first class today. Creative Writing: Poetry. I don't quite know how it will be yet. The prof--sorry, tutor--put a lot of emphasis on reading contemporary poets, which is all well and good, and I don't mind it, but she said that there were also some 20th century poets who had some relevance as well. I don't know, but I felt like she was saying that any poets before that are completely irrelevant to modern life and are hardly worth looking at. I hardly believe that was her intent, but that was what it seemed to me. Also, I was supposed to be in the other section, but none of the information I got, anywhere, told me which section I was in. Nothing. Not even the big timetable in the LIT offices. So how was I supposed to know? Well, somehow, everyone else in the class did, because I was the only one who made that mistake. And if I had shown up to the other section, it would have been at noon. Now, my class (I'm switching to the section I went to, for convenience) is at 4:00PM. Not a fan, not a fan.

Anyway, it seems that the only two days I have class are Mondays and Thursdays. Each class gets 2 hours, though, and I might have the seminar that corresponds with my Anglo-Saxon England class on Friday. So that's only an hour a week less than at St. Olaf. Oh, and the term is 12 weeks long, only one week less. I have to write, at a minimum, 9 poems in that time. Hmm...maybe this creative writing plan was not the best...