10 Years After

After Spanish yesterday I had a brief conversation with the instructor. I had brought in some canned goods for a food drive for which the instructor offered the class 10 extra points on the next test. (Even with the 105% on the last test and a 97 on the previous weeks quiz I thought it best to take all the points I could get to ensure an A.) She gave me the keys to her office and asked me to take the canned goods up to her office nad then return her keys to her. When I returned I inquired about the possibility of reading One Hundred Years of Solitude, which I have already started but not finished, as one of the next two cultural credits. We entered into a brief conversation about literature (whether the upper level foriegn lang lit classes were taught in English (they aren't), a summer lit class about Tolkien given by my advisor, etc.) which ended with her telling me of a story she is writting which is a science fiction story set in mideval Spain with two main characters; a Christian and a Muslim. My reaction? "That's crazy." At least it wasn't gay porn she was telling me about. . .

It turns out my previous roommate knows my Spanish instructor. He happened to be in town and we discussed her some when we saw here at the local bookstore.