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Summer Session II

4:03 pm: Basic Structure of Mathematics. Professor a young adjunct with an almost-impossible-to-understand accent of indeterminate origin. Subject matter confusing, boring and repetitive. I suspect it will remain so but become increasingly difficult to understand and follow along. I will almost certainly require tutoring.

6:03 pm: African American Literature. Professor a young adjunct with intelligent, if not terribly new or exciting, ideas to impart. Reading list manageable and interesting-sounding, and I already own one of the books (Cane, Jean Toomey). Relatively high academic expectations from her mean I may not end up hating this class, and students are unusually articulate and insightful. Not crazy about all the writing, but, c'mon: Oh, I have to go to school, oh, I have to do homework, oh! Life is HARD, man! Big problem: hugely overcrowded. Despite the fact that my previous class was only one floor down, by the time I arrived every chair was taken and several people were forced to stand for two hours. I ended up sitting on the floor. I am not someone built to sit on floors for prolonged periods. My circulation is stubbornly bad and I have to shift frequently. Coupled with my awkwardly-cut-for-sitting skirt, this made for two hours of physical misery. I will leave the math class early tomorrow if I have to. Anything to avoid that again.

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