DISCLAIMER: This blog post has no point. I'm just immature and easily amused. Carry on.
Here are the authors we've read so far in my Introduction to Modern and Contemporary Literature Class:
W.E.B. DuBois
Ralph Ellison
Virginia Woolf
Michael Cunningham
E.M. Forster
Now, Michael Cunningham and Ralph Ellison appear to be, as far as I've learned, fairly normal people. So who cares about them? Not my professor.
DuBois? Vicious womanizer, "until the day he died!" He was 95 when he died. I'll let your imagination give you the details on that one.
Virginia Woolf? She cheated on her husband with women, had episodes of raging insanity, and was part of this bohemian literary group called the Bloomsbury Group where everyone slept with everyone.
E.M. Forster? He lived with his mother until he was 66. No, not until SHE was 66, until HE was 66. Also, he was a virgin until he was 40 because he was deeply ashamed of his homosexuality.
I just had to write about that, because this is...not what I was expecting. HIGH SCHOOL ENGLISH IS NOT FULL OF SEX JOKES.
Anywho, I've been having a grand old time in my other classes as well. Like my Social Analysis quiz only took me 10 minutes, and I got to leave class an hour early! That also never happened in high school!
And in Brower Commons, I FOUND MOLD ON MY HOT DOG BUN. That's not a good thing, but that also never happened in high school.
Hmmm....what else? Nope. Nothing else. I spend all my time learning about the sex lives of modernist/postmodernist authors and drinking insane amounts of coffee.
Huzzah! To all you prospective students out there: come to Rutgers, and you too can have all this fun! What are you waiting for?!
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