And this is how we know it's the end of the semester. In MP's morning class, there are three very smart, well-behaved women that sit in the front row. During a discussion of the assigned text, it got a little weird. When the talk turned to relationships and whether or not long-term partners are needed for companionship, someone suggested getting a dog.
Student one said, "You can't fuck your dog."
As the laughter slowed, the one next to her added: "Well..."
...then the third one looked at MP and said, "We aren't even in TJ."
Yeah. There's really nowhere to go from here. But that kind of thing is why her classes are always packed; you just never know what's going to happen. The group of veterans that have been filling her classes and following her from term to term are coming back for a last fun-filled English romp. Women in Lit this Spring should be... interesting.
