I hesitated for just a moment, thinking, "Gee, I should read these things and see if I can understand them this time around."
But it passed.
Shredding the class notes, however, was pure joy. I love the sound of the shredder. There's nothing more satisfying, especially when I'm feeling stressed from work. I sometimes shred junk mail just for the hell of it.What took me so long to get rid of these things?
Initially I clung to them because I thought someday I might find myself suddenly in the position to teach a literature class. After more than a decade, it finally hit me that it's unlikely an institution of higher learning will get that desperate. And if they do, I would first turn to the Internet, not boxes of scrawled notes in my basement.
So, out they go. I'm slowly working my way through the folders.
Now, if I could only figure out what to do with the enormous anthologies clogging my bookshelf.
