*gags*

I am so beginning to hate my Shakespeare class. Not because I dislike Shakespeare. He does okay, if at times weird or confusing work. Rather, I hate this class because my teacher. She used to be the head of women's studies, and brings a lot of weird ideas to the table. And the articles she makes us read on Shakespeare, dear sweet jebus, but they are complete and utter crap. Seriously, it's like someone sat down and tried to think up the most ridiculous ideas, then tried to cram such an interpretation into a particular play. It's all phallic this, and Freud that, and the word history used in such a way to make it uncomprehensible and worthless. I actually have read the words "phallocentric Law". Granted, it's not all about reading about sex, but a good deal of it is, and all of it together is such drivel. I hate when people try to make themselves sound like they have something important to say when they're really just trying to read whatever bent they have into something. Gah!

Much to think about.

My bible study tonight has given me much with which to ponder on. This may require changing of the way I think and do things, which is extremely hard to do, partly because one does not often want to change. Baby steps though, that's the way to go. Think first, and go with baby steps. Baby steps, open the door. Baby steps, walk out of the room.