I spent a little over an hour last night standing outside the parking garage talking with my poetry prof. (THANK YOU PETER!!!!!!!) I am going to go in next week and talk to him for an hour or so before class.

He is going to help me figure out what book I should read to do the paper for my Cal Lit incomplete. He understands the issue with that prof and was incredibly sympathetic. Guess it isn’t just me that she is a total bitch to.

He is going to bring me information on poetry for my own students as well as talk with me more in depth about the ones I need to know for the comp exams in April

He is going to go over a few novels with me to make sure I am all set for the rest of the comp exams.

Have I mentioned that I have been totally psyching myself out and I have been freaked out about the comp exams? I have been thinking that there would be no way for me to pass because I haven’t read enough novels and I certainly don’t know enough about poetry.

YAY!!!! He is also being encouraging of me writing in general but that is a generic English person thing to do. I am so glad that Peter convinced me to take this poetry class instead of the other one.