Annika is a 28 year old Cambodian Vietnamese Chinese French American who recently returned to school to finish a bachelor’s degree in computer science and linguistics. Her hobbies and interests include swimming, cooking, baking, writing, reading, math, symbolic logic, learning foreign languages, and drinking espresso – and of course, boys.
During my first year of the 13th grade (community college, for those who are unaware), I took an English Literature and Analysis course, as was required for transfer and for graduation. I was under the tutelage of a rather eccentric, yet charming English Ph.D. who was also a musician. He was tall, quite a bit older, but very young at heart. People either loved him or hated him. I, of course, fell into the former as I thought he was insanely brilliant. Or brilliantly insane. Both are pretty appropriate.
We were Facebook friends before the semester even started, but no exchanges were ever made and during the semester, nothing happened that was worth noting. He made a few inappropriate jokes (which I found hysterical) and threw an F-bomb here and there (also hysterical). He was a tough grader and many of my papers came through with a B or lower. It was disappointing and at one point, I thought, “Am I really that shitty of a writer?” and “Should I just drop this class? Nah, better not.” The final book we read was Lolita, a personal favorite that I have read many, many times over and so when it came time to turn in our final essay, which was an analysis of Lolita and its characters (I analyzed both Lolita and Humbert Humbert), I finally came through with an A.