that's too bad - I had an awesome Lit Crit class. The instructor was a bit too fond of his own opinion, but it was a demanding & rewarding class.

I fucking HATE literary criticism, in the classic "this symbolizes this" vein. I used to go around and around with teachers about this...GARBAGE!!

Loog, did you have Dr. Ramig for senior year? She excelled at this nonsense.

Loog, do you ever like to talk about what you read? if you say yes, then welcome to lit crit in some shape or form. "This symbolizes this" can get old - that might be one reason why Bill Wordsworth said "We Murder to Dissect." If every English major was branded on the ass with "we murder to dissect," the pomposity might be kept to a minimum.

Dana, I had a two headed hydra for senior year. Mssrs. Baker and Humphreys. It was an experimental class called "Humanities" that was pretty much one of the coolest classes I ever had the pleasure of taking, so naturally they shut it down the year after I left.

Colin -- Yeah, I get that, I just tend to be a very non theoretical mofo when it coes to this crap. I can seriously remember yelling at my 11th grade english teacher "If you think that F. Scott Fitzgerald made the light at the end of the dock green to symbolize ANYTHING, consciously, then you know less about writing than I thought. They should take away your teaching certificate"
Needless to say, I was an intense fucking asshole in those days, and also needless to say, this was met with a 3 day session in in school suspension.

My crit lit prof was a Baker as well - Beulah Baker. She had a tic that caused her to sharply intake breath through her teeth midway through sentences.

I remember Mr. Baker. I never had his class, but he was pretty cool. I think he helped run the literary mag my senior year. As for Humphrey, are you talking about Coach Humphrey? I can't remember his first name now.... maybe Craig?... I had him senior year for Economics, and he was a very good teacher too. He used to bring his electric guitar in during slow weeks and play cover songs for us. He also hung out with a bunch of us kids down at Huddleston Pond one night, and when a cop stopped by to tell we were loitering, he basically told the cop to fuck off.

You got 'em both. They rocked. And the class rocked. I think they knew how high we were a lot of the time, but chalked it up to "mind expansion"

I learned A LOT that year. Dudes had us watching movies like Citizen Kane and Dr. Strangelove, reading stuff like Clockwork Orange, and a senior project where we had to come up with a movie and market it, and pitch it to them as "investors."

My group came up with a Star Wars sequel, but our project came in second to a group that was doing Fear and Loathing in LV...I still want to go to the school with the money made by each of these movies and be like "we should have won"