I got a “B” in my Women and Literature course. Having gotten 90’s on every assignment, I was expecting an “A,” and it’s a little ridiculous of professors to give low A/high B students the lower of the two grades. I definitely aced the final exam, but maybe my analytic paper brought me down. Either way, I’m very disappointed and feel cheated. Every semester, I either get lucky or shafted in one class, and this seems to be the course.
Now that grades have been distributed, I can criticize the left-leaning atmosphere, or rather, the left “seeming” students. Though many students demonstrated having liberal views, some of these people seemed very fake about their beliefs.
After growing up in California, I can tell the difference between a real liberal and a false one, and a great deal of these students seemed to follow certain liberal beliefs just to please the professor, to impress others, or even to seem like a good person in their own eyes.
This semester, I’ve seen two professors cry when teaching sad material, but only one of these professors seemed truly devastated while the other just wanted to portray herself as compassionate. Dr. Soren could barely speak as he lectured on famous 1950’s dancer/singer/actress Vera Ellen to his Classics 329 class. Soren even wrote a book about Vera Ellen, who was mistreated by men later in life, a parent who buried her own baby, a sufferer of eating disorders, and someone who died too young. Dr. Soren was ready to break down into hysterics when talking about the horrible things that were done to Vera Ellen. I couldn’t believe how genuinely upset my professor was for this entertainer who he never even met. I could feel the authenticity of his emotions, however, and I didn’t feel this same sincerity when my other professor briefly choked up while discussing slavery.
Call me insensitive for questioning her devastation, but I picked up on definite bull shit. Even if she was upset about slavery, she was performing to some extent, and the classroom is no place for theatrics. I don’t doubt that she hated slavery, but the crying episode came across as false and calculated.
The classroom expressed a visceral hatred for men, and it made me uncomfortable. As I’ve said before, I felt bad for the only guy in the class, who sat right behind me and never contributed to class discussions. In the poetry and texts the class read, men were portrayed as rapists, domineering, sex-driven, sexist, and power hungry.
On the last day of class, I laughed aloud when reading Joy Harjo’s poem, “Rainy Dawn” because the professor said Harjo named her daughter Rainy Dawn for being born on a rainy dawn. I said that I would be furious if my parents named me something so stupid, and a few people disagreed with my comment and assured me that Rainy Dawn is actually a beautiful name. Okay, go through your life being called Rainy Dawn and then tell me if you still think it’s practical and poetic. A close friend from home is named Day, and she wants to punch every person who jokes, “Have a good day, Day,” “Beautiful Day out,” or something equally corny.
Maybe my behavior didn’t contribute to my disappointing grade, but even if it did, I’m still glad to have been the only person to stand up against what I perceived as stupid and bigoted. I saw right through some of the false sentiments of my classmates, and I couldn’t understand their bitterness against men. But I’m out now, and I don’t plan on taking another repetitive Women’s Studies class, not because I can’t stand the politics of the course, but because it’s one-dimensional and boring for only showing one side to every story.