So I’m in my final year of University, and I’m doing my last ever
literature module on Civil Rights Literature of the 20th Century. I’m
loving it.
The texts are diverse and excellent. We are following a fantastic
documentary about the Civil Rights movement, and the texts relate to this
documentary. We also spend a significant amount of time each seminar talking
about the state of the current world (Donald Trump’s disastrous administration
in particular) and drawing similarities.
So it’s a great last module to be taking at the end of University.
It’s also the first module in which I made the biggest faux pas of
my University experience.
I got the books weeks in advance and felt pretty proud of myself
that I’d been so organised. It was the fourth week in and this week we had to
read The Invisible Man by H.G. Wells.
Or so I thought.
Or so I thought.
