On Wednesday evening, I ventured back into the classroom for my first real class in over a year – and for my first class in the Women’s and Gender Studies program. It took some doing to get there, and I hit a few obstacles (no financial aid? the only surefire way I know to come up with $1100 in about 4 days is illegal, and gross; $65 to park on the street for a semester? Ouch.), but I did make it, finally, to the class.
This semester, I’m taking Knowledge and Power: Issues in Women’s Leadership. It’s a good start: a low-level discussion class with not too much theory (which is good, because I haven’t taken the theory classes yet). Most of our reading is online, although I’m currently printing it all because I’m nerdy like that. Our textbook is a graphic novel – this graphic novel, in fact. My professor will likely be interesting – a young Asian grad student, she appears equal parts hard-ass, hip and shy.
The class demographic is young and female. There are about 18 young women in the class, and it seems to be a good mix of Hispanic, Asian, white and black women. It’s nice to have some diversity.
Mostly I’m excited. But a big part of me is nervous. This isn’t poetry anymore, which I can critique in my sleep. This isn’t a world of words anymore, where all we focus on is how to make pretty pictures with letters. I’m venturing into really new territory, and there’s every possibility that I might actually fail.
But I’m determined to work at it.
Hi. My advice would be to get acquainted and read the theories before you take the classes.
DavidM
Hi. My advice would be to get acquainted and read the theories before you take the classes.
DavidM