I Was a Willing Participant :: Personal Narrative Writing

I Was a involuntary Participant Toward the end of last semester, I registered for this class mainly for angiotensin-converting enzyme reason I had had Emily as a professor before, I desire her class and her teaching style very much, and I wanted to once again hear a class she was teaching. This was my first opportunity to do so, and I jumped on it. In the bulletin, the class was described as the Graduate opus Seminar, and through the grapevine, I found out it was not a imaginative writing class, but instead, a study in critical womens rightist pedagogies.What the hell, I imagination. Ill take it anyway. After all, I really on the dot wanted to take another class with Emily, whatever the motif expertness be. Over winter break, I started thinking about who else would be in the class. I am sure some of the usual suspects would be in Dixon 432 on that first day. Sure enough, when I walked, in I sawing machine Alicia, Megan, Kate, and Kelly, just as I had expec ted. Before that first day, however, the number one(a) thought going through my mind about this class and the formation 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 agitate that thought out of my mind pretty quickly when I reminded myself that, later all, this was grad school, and the guys here were actually open minded and werent afraid to take a class containing the prefix fem. I was right. In walked to see Gary and Leon. I had had classes with both of them before, and I knew their ways 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 initial thought was this guy just wants to define laid. That was stupid and wrong.) So here I was, one-third of a creation of a class that was certainly not going to be the topic of discussion for the next 5 or so months. I was make believe to accept that. The pr ogram here at MSU had given me many chances to overstate my thinking in ways that I had not previously been subject to, and this class was yet another in that long line.