I've never been so happy to get a B.
So Harvard has this one writing class that everyone has to take, even transfer upper-classmen such as myself. You MUST pass this class with a B- or better to stay in the program. I'm in the class with a bunch of other kids in the same program as me.
The class started out with 21 students. And one TERRIFYING professor who announced this would be the hardest class ever.
Week 1: Writing proficiency test.
2-3 people drop out/are asked to leave afterwards.
The professor continues to push us harder and force more work upon us. Student hang on, but just barely. We lose a couple more.
Drafts of the first paper are turned in. We're required to meet with the Prof about the papers outside of class.
So my time to meet with him arrives. I'm scared. I brace myself. And----what? He's wicked awesome, 1-on-1. He likes that I went to BU. He used to teach there and knows some of the professors I had. He likes that I was a Core student. He doesn't particularly like my paper, but he likes my writing.
The next week, I arrive to class confused. Is he awesome or terrible? As he would say, is he the Tiger or the Lamb?
Well, we turn in the final version of our 15 page papers. He announces approximately 40% of the class failed.
Once again, I shake with fear.
But we joke around during and after class. He says things that are so BU it's ridiculous, and glances at me knowing I understand. When no one speaks up in class, he calls on me to answer whatever he's asking.
Papers returned. I got a B! WOOHOO! I think that's just about the highest grade he gave out. He said I used "thus" too much. Prof. Ricks would be horrified that I used "thus" at all.
11 people are left in the class.
We discuss short stories of Thomas Wolfe today...and I am called on to play devils' advocate when needed, and to answer a couple of theory-type questions.
I realize, I've become the class pet.
Now, that's a terrible thing in grade school, I suppose. But you know what? I think this professor is cool. He's the kind I'd grab a drink with one he's not actually my prof anymore, and one I'd add to my thesis advisor commitee. So if I'm a sort of class pet, so be it. At least I get to stay in Cambridge.






