what doesn't kill you makes you stronger
Readers who have followed my silly little ramblings about my classes, you'll remember the Extremely Annoying Student whose mere presence in a room increases my blood pressure—the one whose presentation in Methods class forced me to speak up
and who wrote a poem about René Wellek & Austin Warren
instead of a formal presentation in Theory class. Yeah? She's in ALL THREE OF MY CLASSES.
I've only had one class so far (the other two are today), and as she walked in I cordially (really!) inquired, "so, what other classes are you taking?" I already knew she was in Victorian because one of my school chums had warned me. Sigh. Oh well. See title of post.