It's a heavy price to pay, considering that I signed up for the class in order to correct my friend Nate when he misquotes Hegel. The class has been valuable in its own right, though, as the material I've read on social theories and poverty trends has added to my understanding of other political issues. Janet, a premed, is worried about taking organic chemistry in the fall and feels entitled to make such comments. I told her that sociology would look good if I decided to apply to Woody Woo. Which is what I keep telling myself, every Tuesday and Thursday morning.
International relations is a great class.
And all those rumors about the professor being a communist probably stem from disgruntlement over the midterm essay prompts. International relations has been a novel experience for me, and not just because it's the first class I've taken in which the professor has seized upon every opportunity to work the names of former Soviet republics into his lectures. It's also the first class I've taken at Princeton where my precept hasn't been led by the professor. Most preceptors are graduate students. Alex, who leads my Tuesday night precept, is not.