(this is a mirror post to one over at The Blue Door)
So, I started my first post-graduate class today.
Aside from the professor, who is a few years older than I, I am by far the oldest person in the room, and by a good 20 years. The professor and I are also the only ones who are married (though she introduced herself as “partnered”), the only ones who have children (she has a 9-year-old daughter), and the only ones with any work experience. I am also the only student taking the course for graduate-level credit.
I’m going to be interested to see how this plays out.
The first class of pretty much any class (excepting those taught by teachers who are either really super put-together or really super anxious) is often an exercise in reading the syllabus and not much else. We read the syllabus, the professor talked about herself for a bit, and then we split into reading and presentation groups (which are two separate things, though the other girls in my presentation group are also in my reading group).
I ended up dropping about $145 on two books (what a fucking racket!) and I’ll start my reading when I get home from our weekend at the lake.
I think it’s going to be good. I’ll document the experience at Teacher’s Education, if you’re interested.