We have us a major ethical dilemma here at Going40. Some of you might be thinking, "Well that's great, because aren't you planning on spending much of the holiday break working on an ethics essay for a competition?" Yes, but I'm afraid this is not an award-winning problem. Here's the deal. I reallllllly want to take a literature class this semester, because I will feel lonely and sad without one. But, because of a) my schedule (including lame-ass science) and b) some piss-poor choices, I really don't have any options. Except one. And it brings up many painful things. Let me remind you first of three things I hate:
1. Literary theory
2. Night classes
3. Hairy feet
So there's this class, Literary Theory. Strike 1. It meets for three hours in the evening. Strike 2. The course will be using, as a way to try on all this theory, Tolkien's Lord of the Rings series. Strike 3. Easy out, you say? Not. So. Fast. The teacher? The inimitable Prof K. All three of my English department classes have been well-taught, but the chance to have one more with the Queen of All Who Doth Teach seems like something not to pass up. But man, I just cringe at the thought of every other aspect of the class. Even though she'll probably find a way to make it interesting and all (except when we talked about theory in LitCrit last year, I mostly tuned out and thought about bubbles). And American Lit/Cultural Studies this semester was all theory all the time and it was d.e.a.d.l.y. And Lord of the Rings! Need I remind any of you from days of yore how much I despised that little Hobbit?
So, do I take the class? It's this or Contemporary Chinese History, which would be good because a) I know nothing; and b) I should know something.
Discuss. All of you; this is no time to let Sous Blogger Deb shoulder the burden alone. Lord knows she's been forced to often enough.