I had applied to take this class for two reasons. The first: I was writing my senior thesis about whales, a sprawling and unfocused project that was more concerned with describing whales—living, eating, breathing, beaching, dying, and dead—than saying anything about them. The second: my first girlfriend, M, was taking it. Before the class, M knew how to draw whales and I did not. After the class, I was in love with M and they were not in love with me.
