Literary Journalism

I always seem to have the most fun in my literary journalism class. The students consist of a hodge-podge of the eccentric; there are several heavily tattooed females, and the rest of us who look "normal" have the quirky personalities of creative writers (I recently overhead a conversation joking about the subjective case...which is beyond quirky, it's just plain nerdy). It makes for some interesting activities. On a typical day you'll either see us laughing in front of our computers, sitting on the floor with cut-out words trying to piece things together, or listening to the professor ramble about the art of literary journalism.
We were talking about our culture piece, which requires us to write about a specific culture that we've observed at least twice (and conducted interviews with, etc.). Professor Williams was trying to stress the importance of taking out "I" whenever possible. Here are two of her more laughable quotes:

“If you start narrating and philosophizing…that is bullshit!”
“Those powerpoint slides…are bullshit!”

She was in a bullshit mood today. Sometimes she's in a hell mood, sometimes a damn mood. But today, it was bullshit.

I love college.