So mr. delagar took the kid to class with him, up the hill, at the real university, as he calls it...
She sat through his two WLIT I classes, and only threw her stuffed duck at him once (when he said J. K. Rowling was a terrible writer).
But here's the part that makes me proud.
In one class, he asked all the feminists to raise their hands?
My kid was the only one who did.
(Well, it makes me proud *and* ill, I have to admit: 45 students in that class, probably 2/3 of them women, none of them feminists? I want to rise up from this chair and go do some damn WORK. Zelda! Mouse! To the Barricades!)
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