writing again

I’m beginning a writing class tonight, the first one I’ve taken in years. Even though words and letters were my stock-in-trade in college, I some how managed to escape with having taken only a single writing class. It was voluntary, at that- a DeCal (student run and counted for maybe one unit) on journaling. The only thing I remember from the class was one guy’s entry about getting a yeast infection in his throat. Gross, but funny; not what you’d think, something about being on steroids for a sinus infection and then drinking beer before his doctor gave him the okay. Interesting that I can’t remember anything of what I wrote myself for the class.