Six-word Saturday

Back in school—and loving it!

Last April, some of my poet friends told me about a wonderful free poetry course offered through Coursera, Modern & Contemporary American Poetry. I checked it out and signed up right away, and I'm looking forward to its start in September. I also signed up for some other great courses, and this week I began my first one, History of Rock, Part 2. I'm really enjoying the lectures and the discussions. It's been many years since I graduated with my master's degree—seventeen, actually. Yikes!—but I've always missed being in school, and now it's great to be back!

 

Have you ever taken a Coursera course? Would you?
 

Wishing you all a happy Saturday. ☺

 

Oh, gym class, how I loathed thee...

For the most part, I loved school--from kindergarten right on up through the moment I walked across the stage to receive my master's degree. But in high school, there was one class I dreaded, one class I hated so much that I hoped for snow days and prayed for fire drills to put me out of my misery: gym.

The only class I truly despised in high school was gym. I hated everything about it, from having to change into shorts and get all sweaty in the middle of the day to being forced to do sit-ups on the hard gym floor. The only part of gym class that I could mildly tolerate (but still despised) was gymnastics. All I had to do then was practice handstands and forward rolls, and no one was throwing balls at my head or yelling at me to run faster or measuring me as I stood shivering on cold locker-room tile.

So tell me: Is there a class you wish you'd never been required to take?