Right now I’m taking a class called “Reflections on Literature”. I really hate it. Its more of a series of seminars than an actual class, and is supposed to be for English Majors who are in their graduating semester. Why am I in a class like this when I won’t be graduating for another year? Because it fit into my schedule, and I had no guarantee that the class (ony one day and time that it is offered) will fit into my schedule in the future. It works now, why not roll with it?
The reading list for the class consists of lots of long novels of the 19th/20th century. Each class meeting, we sit for about 3 hours listening to the professor struggle to talk about the novel. This wouldn’t be entirely bad, except for the fact that the professor has a stuttering problem, and kind of mumbles his way through the lectures. There are no discussions, no excersizes, nothing that tests us about what we know in the book much less give us any friggin purpose for reading the books. In fact, I’ve realized that of the 12 books we have on our reading list, I only need to hypothetically read 3 of them, because our only two major assignments aren’t about anything specific (Explicate a scene from 1 book, Compare/Contrast 2 other books)
The class as a whole is very vague. I’m sure many studens would really embrace this sense of freedom regarding projects and papers, but I hate it. The guidelines feel so vague that I’m paranoid I’m doing something completely wrong without even being aware of it, because it might not have been explicitly stated on the syllabus. There are so few assignments in the class that doing badly on one cripples my overall grade (I have to do a presentation this evening in the class which makes up a THIRD of my total grade…talk about pressure! :eek: )