I think the most difficult class I ever took was Women's Literature, mainly because the teacher was really old, likely slipping into dementia, and much of the class consisted of reading Virginia Woolf's To The Lighthouse aloud, at one point, re-reading the same three chapters four weeks in a row. This was not helped by the fact that her hearing was so bad that we had to repeatedly calibrate our speed and volume, and it reached the point where any reading loud and slow enough for her to understand it was loud and slow enough for her to take it as making fun of her. I actually remember starting up a thread here to see if I should drop the class or not. Eventually, I kept the class and wound up getting a C-minus, the lowest grade I've got since my junior year of high school.
Comparing the Universal Oneness of All Life to Yo Mama since 2010.
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I was born with the gift of laughter and a sense the world is mad.
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I was born with the gift of laughter and a sense the world is mad.