I am taking three classes: a fiction workshop; a loosely formed seminar on the creative process; and "Medieval Dream Visions," a traditional graduate class which I am likely to do poorly in but still want to take. I transferred to the last from a sociolinguistics class that wasn't thrilling me, despite the truly brilliant professor teaching it. I don't care much about dialect, whereas I love "Piers Plowman" and The Canterbury Tales. If I am going to kill myself, I am going to do it for a clas...