I’m biking to uni – people get mad at me when I say school and also when I say uni, so really, it doesn’t matter – and it’s frost-on-your-snood cold. Today is the day of my last lecture. Also, I have to do a presentation on Gender in a Renaissance poem. I love the subject, I hate the talking.
There are only six people: those that have to present. Last lecture means last lecture of the course as well, one that most of my lazy classmates won’t get out of bed for at 9 in the morning. I wouldn’t too, if it hadn’t been My Most Sentimental Lecture Ever. The course is taught by the professor that also gave me my first lecture while studying English literature, I was then scared of him because he knows so much, now I really respect him. And his grandpa-beanie.READ MORE