For those of you who haven’t heard of it, Butler has a Visiting Writer Series every semester. My freshman year, I took an English course called Contemporary Writers and our professor expertly had us read work by writers who were coming for the series, so I felt really on top of it when we went to the readings and I knew what was going on. Plus the writers felt so much more famous since I owned their books!
That first semester at Butler, I discovered two of my favorite poets, Galway Kinnell and Thomas Lux, and since they were both visiting writers, I got to see them do readings, too. So awesome.
Well, ever since then, I’ve kept glancing at the lists and never ever recognizing the writers (probably because Tim O’Brien already came and all my favorite writers are people like Karen Traviss and Charles Dickens), and today I finally stopped when I saw who was on the poster. Margaret Atwood! I actually own one of her books and I am so freakin’ pumped that she is coming next week! Admittedly I haven’t finished The Handmaiden’s Tale but if I can find some time to get a few chapters in this weekend, I will.
Here’s a reading Galway did at another place. He’s just so charming!
I usually bust out the word wormhole in reference to the end of the semester/season/other landmark, not week 3 of classes. Week 3 of classes should, in theory, be one of the least exciting times in a semester. Week 3 should be weak 3, if you follow my pun.
Anyway, my professors seem to be confused about this, because I just took my 3rd quiz of the semester, I have my 4th quiz and 3rd (no–4th?) assignment of the semester on Friday, and I kind of want to scream. Maybe I did scream today, and it was when the traffic light in front of my apartment turned red seconds before I (SAFELY) accelerated to turn left in front of a stream of rush hour traffic.
That’s beside the point, though, because I’m confused about the space time continuum and why week 3 of classes is feeling like midterms. Well, not just week 3–weeks 1 and 2 and 3 have all felt like midterms. Should the whole semester just feel like midterms at this point? I’m guessing that’s the case.
ALSO could the humidity please drop? A little? Maybe?
Curtis left me this note! Written on a napkin. To a tune of the devil.