I Was a Willing Participant :: Personal Narrative Writing

I Was a Willing Participant Toward the end of final stage semester, I registered for this distinguish mainly for one reason I had had Emily as a professor before, I liked her division and her teaching elbow room very much, and I wanted to again stupefy a class she was teaching. This was my scratch opportunity to do so, and I jumped on it. In the bulletin, the class was described as the Graduate Writing Seminar, and done the grapevine, I prepare out it was not a creative writing class, but instead, a study in critical feminist pedagogies.What the hell, I thought. Ill take it anyway. After all, I really just wanted to take other class with Emily, whatever the topic might be. Over winter break, I started thinking about who else would be in the class. I am for certain some of the usual suspects would be in Dixon 432 on that first day. certain(predicate) enough, when I walked, in I saw Alicia, Megan, Kate, and Kelly, just as I had expected. Before that first day, however, the number one thought going through my caput about this class and the makeup of my classmates was, of course, just how many males would be in that room. For a while, I thought I may be the only one, but I shook that thought out of my mind pretty quickly when I reminded myself that, after all, this was grad school, and the guys present were in truth open minded and werent afraid to take a class containing the affix fem. I was right. In walked to see Gary and Leon. I had had classes with both of them before, and I knew their shipway of thinking, so I felt safe. (Though I must admit that when Gary first proclaimed himself a feminist in Sharon Lewis class last semester, my sign thought was this guy just wants to get laid. That was stupid and wrong.) So hither I was, one-third of a population of a class that was sure as shooting not going to be the topic of discussion for the next 5 or so months. I was ready to accept that. The program here at MSU had given me m any chances to expand my thinking in ship canal that I had not previously been exposed to, and this class was yet other in that long line.