Divisions and Precisions

In some sort of return

In some sort of return to normalcy here, you're going to get a report on school and a whine. (Just like old times, huh?)

My Saturday classes are wonderful. The 8 am one, African-American Literature, is predominantly white, including the professor. Out of perhaps 40 students, two are black. There are maybe three or four other minorities. However, the discussions so far have been insightful, interesting, and amazingly involved. This is the first class I've taken at Eastern where everybody has something to say. It's awesome. The 11:30 class, Reading of Drama, is very small. Perhaps twenty students. While we also have had some fascinating discussions (it's another class made up of people like me who can't shut up), we are also, to steal the term used by the professor this morning, very "jokey". There are some funny, funny people in that class. I came out last Saturday and this Saturday with my sides aching from laughing so much.

Now for your regularly scheduled whine: I hate being sick. I know, I should be extremely grateful that I get sick so seldom, and I am, but... bleah. I'm glad I went to class, but I came home with a fever. I'm torn. Part of me wants to find something mindless on TV (again), but part of me just wants to crawl into bed. The worst thing is that I want someone to baby me when I'm sick and nobody will. Wah!