Okay - so here's the story -
I show up for my "orientation" at the new college yesterday, and they give me a parking pass and a tour of the four rooms in an office building that pass for a "college" ... Then it's off to speak to the "professor" who teaches the first class, who'd like to speak to me before class, since i have missed the first two weeks.
He's this old 12-stepper, massively damaged from decades on the sauce. Just deliriously impressed that I went to Juilliard - he heard about it from the 'administration department". And did I really publish a novel?
So the class goes like this - we watched a terrible movie from the '80's, called UNDER THE INFLUENCE... we'll discuss the movie (well, probably not the MOVIE - but the subject of dysfunctional families torn apart by alcoholism). The following week, a 700-1200 word paper is due on alcoholism. At which time we will watch another movie about alcoholism. I missed the great Ray Milland LOST WEEKEND, but am encouraged to rent it. WHEN A MAN LOVES A WOMAN, DAYS OF WINE AND ROSES are coming up. Of the thirteen of us in the class, 11 are in AA. OY.
then there was a break. Then a class in Abnormal Psychology, taught by a Russian woman, whose accent is so pronounced that even I could not decipher much of hvut chih sat. OY. There is a tyaxt boog I must buy, and she gave out assignments for each student to read some of the chapter and report on it, so that nobody really has to read very much. I have a 2-=30 minute report due on Feb. 5, on Dissociative Disorders. Hmmm... I can show a movie dealing with a disorder if I want, as long as I give a short review of the chapter yeen deh bug, first. OY.
Anyhow, by August, I'll have a BA...