Temporary decision

I tested out a sociology class this morning and loved it.

The prof is cute, young and seems really nice. She was wearing beige beaded sandals, denim capris, a bright blue tank top, and a wildly-patterned long spring jacket. She was wearing huge silver rings and beaded braclets and had sunglasses resting on her fake blond, fake curly hair. She looks so eccentric and her teaching style matches the way she looks.

And it doesn't hurt that she loves me already. I approached her after class to see if I could write a newspaper feature instead of doing the big essay everyone else has to do. She agreed in a second and was impressed by the topic I chose.

Now all I have to do is convince the paper I interned for to buy it from me and my summer class will have paid for itself. I really like school, and free school is even better!


Update:

It turns out that this class is less of a sociological look at gender constructs and more of a feminist recruitment camp. I am technically a feminist because I believe in equality, but I'm not particularly interested in learning how disadvantaged I am being a white female in a wealthy country.

The sad part of dropping the class is not being able to see the rest of the prof's sandal collection. Yesterday she was wearing flat, thin-soled sandals with tiny pink straps. They were gorgeous.