Geology 101. They called it Rocks for Jocks.
I took my fluff course ('history of socialism and communism') with Elton Brand, Shane Battier, and Will Avery. Was a fun course; the trick was that the final exam allowed you to chose the material- pick any two books off a list of about 40, tell the prof which two you chose, and he writes custom essay questions for you. Your options on the list went from Das Kapital (if you were serious) to Animal Farm (if you weren't.) I chose the higher end, but I'm not sure who else did- probably less than five kids in the class weren't on scholarship. Rocks for Jocks was also offered, as was Intro to Jazz. But I heard that the year after I graduated they cut intro to jazz from 150 people to 30 and made it Serious. A shame, really ;)
Yeah, but you're a girl! hey, what does that have to do with anything? cause i'm a girl i'm supposed to like making baskets? i couldn't get the hang of basket weaving. i could just make the bases. so i weaved in some color, called them trivets, and got an A. i took crocheting as well but i got a C. my walt whitman class taught by this guy was by far the easiest. all you basically had to do was show up to get an A. i missed a few classes due to soccer games and i just had to write a poem a la whitman explaining why i was missing class.
Goddam: I went to RIT for grad school. All business, though. Can't remember much fluff.
i was in the school of art & design, so we had access to all the fluff like ceramics, woodworking, quilt making, etc.
I took Astronomy 101 as an elective in third year. Which really isn't that much of a creampuff course until you realize that I have a physics degree.
Showoff.
goddam - I minored in art in undergrad, so I think I know what you mean. Chiseling soapstone and drawing nudes didn't require much mental strain. (Not that there's anything wrong with that.)
I took recreation 100 as the intersession class between Christmas and New Year's. We got to play lazer tag at the mall, paintball and barn-swinging at a nearby farm, board games, rollerskating, etc. It was awesome.
I wonder what it would be like to teach a cream puff course?
Chiseling soapstone and drawing nudes didn't require much mental strain. (Not that there's anything wrong with that.) Drawing nudes does take mental strain! To actually do a decent drawing while you're ... erm ... appreciating a really good-looking model. Or recoiling from a really really really uuuuuuugly one. (Oh, I've been there. Several times. PTSD.)
Granted, there is some straining going on, but it's not so much mental as it is physical.
