15 Ağustos 2019, Perşembe saat: 21:06 Dear Students Who I Have Not Yet Met, I would rather do anything else than write the Syllabus for your class. I would rather sit through 15 hours of returning faculty orientation. And take notes. I would rather schedule an appointment to speak with my department’s assigned contact in Human Resources about the changes in benefits to my University-sponsored health insurance plan. I would rather go shopping for jeans or foundational undergarments or practical-yet-cute footwear than write this damn Syllabus because I do not know what I will want you to read on November 22. By November 22, we will be wearing sweaters and scarves and jackets and possibly those fingerless gloves that famous authors who wrote in unheated garrets wore, except for all the women on campus, who will instead be dressed like Han Solo in their vests and their knee high leather boots pulled over their very tight pants, and all of the corporate coffee shops will be transitioning their seasonal menus from Pumpkin Spice Everything to Peppermint Everything, which will only add to the buzz of stress and excitement surrounding the quickening approach of the semester’s end. I have no idea what I will want you to read while you sit there in my class on November 22 wearing your boots and jeans and sipping your PSL because it is August and I am wearing flip flops and a sundress and sipping a Hemingway daiquiri and even if I did feel like assigning something for you to read, it would probably be the recipe section of Coastal Living or the latest edition of People magazine or maybe even that new Harry Potter book that J.K. Rowling said she would never write but did anyway because IT’S STILL SUMMER AND THAT’S THE KIND OF SHIT YOU READ IN SUMMER. I don’t want to make promises I can’t keep. Sincerely, Your Professor sigh. it's that time of the year. larissa