The Reeducation of the Epistle Writer

Dear Readers,

It has been too long since I've written anything. I apologize for that. I don't have a new essay for you, but more along the line of updates and revitalization.

It is becoming increasingly difficult to update the blog with new content and essays in the depth that has been done before. That is not saying that I plan to close down the blog. On the contrary, I plan to create a website for the blog that will be the central storehouse for the essays and other content to help redirect more traffic to the site. I do plan to continue with the essays, but a slower pace so that I may be able to place the amount of attention due to such a tremendous thing.
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Other news. I am currently undergoing my re-education. After a failed attempt at my college career at Abraham Baldwin College, I have decided to attend another regional institution: South Georgia College.

I've entered SGC with somewhat of a bias towards the college. At Abraham Baldwin I found a higher home that I was well acquainted with, friends, and was on good terms with the faculty. So, naturally when going to this new place I compared it to ABAC. I was in for quite a surprise on my first day there:

My first class is English 1101 at 9:30 AM. My professor did not arrive till 9:45 AM, and with some baggage...kind of. She came into the class with her one year old son. As she was with her child the class lasted only about ten minutes: long enough to hand out a syllabus. I thought this extremely unprofessional on her behalf, but did not judge her too harshly as there may be a good reason for it. However, I found it ironic that on the syllabus that one of the institutional rules is "NO CHILDREN ARE NOT ALLOWED IN CLASS". She still is consistently late, often wearing sunglasses in class, and holds class long enough to assign an essay or hand on back without little to no discussion whatsoever.

My math class however, went better. To the readers who do not know, I am horrible at math. So to have a teacher who can "dumb it down" for me, is most appreciated. My professor uses a mix of technology and tempered ways of explaining the math to her students. I was quite relieved that she is a capable instructor and uses techniques that I can grasp.

The last class that I had was the one that I had been looking forward to all day, it was my Focus on Humanities class. I was in for a surprise in regards to the teacher. By profession, this man is a doctor of English, and as I had already been disappointed by one English professor that day I had high hopes. I will try to summarize his description: He looks somewhat like Kramer from Seinfeld, he also has some of his mannerisms as well. Later the following week, I found out that he did LSD twice and his preferred drug of choice is opium. This, I have concluded, may can be attributed to some of his oddness. I have found out that he is a far leftest, though I had no problem with that. I did have a problem with how he started his first class.

We began to talk about "text" as it relates to the studies of humanities. This was normal. His lecture on "text" then turned to modern aspects of which he concluded the class with discussion and a film on the September 11th conspiracies. Again, I had no problem with this, as it did indeed have relevance with "text" in the modern world. What got me however, was that he openly endorsed the conspiracies and delved into them for the first two days of class without it being about humanities in the least sense.

Overall I am disappointed with my first semester at my new college, but I do hope for better. Fall semester is my everlasting hope as I endure the unprofessionalism, the fringe conversations and teachings, my most hated academic enemy "math", and the occasional night class.
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On a lighter note, I have a bit of interesting news from my creative mind. I am toying with the idea of starting a literary magazine with a few colleagues. The intentive title of the publication is Luminary Magazine: A Literary Expression. This may change in due time however.

So my dear readers, I hope that you have a good day and a pleasant tomorrow.

-- Iason Theophorus