Class notes

I had 12 hours of class today. Well, there was an hour for lunch, and another hour between Genocide class and German. I sort of felt like sitting out and having a g&t afterwards, but opted for the bike ride home and a big glass of water. Granted eight straight hours of graduate seminar can be a little draining, but it still feels fantastic. I think that having a real job for the past three years has allowed me the ability to sit somewhere for eight hours. If I had tried to take this class as an undergraduate, I probably would have zoned out after three hours. Thank you American work force!

I am becoming very interested in war time literature, and the voice of dissent. I won't bore you with my preliminary theories, but until I synthesize something, everyone sit down and check out these books:

Journey to the End of the Night - Celine
Slaughterhouse 5 - Kurt Vonnegut
Death in Venice - Thomas Mann
Mother Night - Kurt Vonnegut
Dear Mr. President - Gabe Hudson

In a week, I'll stop assigning homework. Maybe.