Class Decision Drama

I had high hopes for the one seminar I signed up for this semester with Prof R. Sadly, it disappointed me, and I am ... disappointed.

Take t from me: It's never a good sign when a prof prefaces the class by saying that it was the first time he is teaching the class, that it is an "experiment," and that he doesn't exactly know what he wants to do yet. Then, we proceeded to have meandering discussions for TWO HOURS with people awkwardly contributing freshman-year, first-political-philosophy-class-EVER type comments and critiques to our reading assignments. I mean, the reading itself should have tipped me off: some Jeremy Bentham, some critique on Bentham, some basic "omg should we have utilitarianism but it's so PROBLEMATIC!" type essays. Yawn. By the second hour I was really ready to kill self. Or fall asleep. I wanted to leave but I didn't want to be rude.

I just dropped the class this evening. But now what should I take?! Argh.

I'm fastening all my hope on local gov law. Currently, I'm #11 on the waitlist. It does not look good.