Back at school and all that

I'm finally back at school after a summer of working. I worked in a factory, and if you never have, there's something I need to tell you. The guys (and they are all guys) who work there have the foulest mouths I've ever heard. I'm not a prude or anything, but these guys would make the rowdiest sailor faint. My only theory was that they were raised to think that a sentence is incorrect if it doesn't contain at least one "fuck!
So guess who I got for a roommate this year. John Glen. If you're thinking, "Isn't he a little old to be in school?" I'll have to defend him. He's pretty cool, considering that he's older than my grandpa and goes to bed at 8:30 pm precisely. I've avoided seeing him in his underwear so far but I know it's going to happen sooner or later, god help me.
My fiction professor this term is pretty nutty. I thought she was OK until she emailed me and signed it "Shine." Not sincerely, or Yours Truly, but Shine. I considered dropping the class right then and there. She'll teach an interesting class -- things are always interesting when you and the professor don't live on the same planet.