So when I started this blog, I was taking the class humanities 220. Well, my school requires two semesters of humanities to graduate, specifically a semester each of hum 220 and 221. So guess what I'm taking next semester?
Bad or good first? Bad: I have to read epically witty and fascinating crap like John Locke's 2nd Treatise on Government, and The Marx-Engels Reader. Yeah, Marx. Karl. Woohoo. The good news is that I'm looking forward to reading Sybil by Benjamin Disraeli. Oh no, wait, that's for another class. Nvm. But we are reading Frankenstein. That should be pretty cool.
What does this mean to you, the valued reader? Well, it means that I should have interesting stuff to say about fairly well-known works of literature. It also means it'll be particularly venomous stuff, especially if I don't end up liking my professor. I'm reserving some really vicious neurotoxic venom for A Declaration of the Rights of Women by Mary Wollstonecraft; I read it once already and it read like a heap of decaying flesh that time too.
More fuel for my blogging fire should be provided by the English class I am also taking, which covers British literature from the 1700s to the present. That's where I'm reading Sybil.