It got off to a rocky start when I missed the bus, but then my uncle was able to give me a ride so I got there on time. I'm taking two English classes — Victorian Literature and The Later Works of Shakespeare, and an art history class on Euro-American Art Since 1945. Two of them are with teachers I've had before and adore, and I think I'm going to like the Shakespeare professor (last semester I dropped the same class because I hated the teacher, so this is good news).
The art history class is the third I've taken with this professor. He has a tendency to go off on tangents, sometimes related to the class material and sometimes NOT AT ALL.
He ended up on a tangent about the anatomy of the clitoris during class.
I love him so much.
TIME TO LOSE MY LIFE TO READING NOW.