A few weeks in and I have already given up on the only literature class I have right now. When I signed up for the course, I didn't really have excruciatingly high hopes. My previous experience with these types of class have been mostly positive: not too exciting, but interesting for the most part. So I was prepared to be somewhat bored while getting the chance to read at least one good novel.
That isn't going to happen. Everything that we have been reading has been painfully dull. Our professor is obviously more into the subject matter than most (if not all) of us and his personality does help a bit. But when the material doubles as a sleep aid, there is only so much that you can do.
I have officially decided to just keep my head down and get to the end of the semester. A friend of mine has assured me that it will not get better, so my goal is to just survive. The end of this class cannot come fast enough.
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