every semester i hold out for the one class. the one that gets me excited about being there. the one that makes me want to research, write, dive in.


i should have known which it would be. 20th c Brit Lit? doubtful. i am taking it with that professor--the one that inspired so many wonderful rants last semester. sociology? nah. while i will enjoy egging on the 18 year olds and find the topic interesting, it just isn't me. senior seminar in music? now this could have been. but the truth is that i went to a music school the first time around and i have already covered anything they teach here.

so what is it? what makes me happy and fired up and want to argue and want to research? medieval lit. yes, i know, i took this before. and yes, i know, it better be the one that gets me all charged up since i just applied for six more years of graduate school in the field. but somehow it snuck up on me.


i am only auditing the class. it's part of my advanced study/research grant. i am going to be teaching a few classes (wife of bath and miller's tale!) and learning how to make a syllabus, prepare for class, etc. but more importantly i am brushing up on old and middle english and remembering just why i chose to study what i did.


ooofah. give me a kiwi and a pile of musty manuscripts and i am one happy gal. (ummm. yes, my favorite kiwi prof. teaches this course)