Boring with a capital B!

I'm not sure I can make it through a semester of playwriting. I am bored, literally, to tears. It's not that I don't like the prof, I'm sure he's a very nice person. He appears to be at any rate. It's just that this is a review for me of everything I have already studied at Spalding, hence the boredom. At least we get to go to the museum on Friday and the class only lasts 50 miunutes, so it could be worse. I keep wishing for Charlie or Sheila, anything to liven things up! I'm hoping that it will get better as the semester goes on and my mind won't wander so much when I am supposed to be paying attention. I hope it looks like I'm paying attention - LOL! Oh well,when this semester is over I will be so full of "traditional dramaturgy and structure" I may puke. Charlie will be so proud of me - HA!