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I took a mandatory technical writing course for engineers and science majors. The first semester was as expected, no issues.
The professor couldn't teach the second semester, and a substitute was found. She decided we should read A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man.
I had no prior experience with Joyce, read a few dozen pages and was left bewildered.
I wasn't the only one, and the next class deteriorated into a shouting match between the prof and the students. We wanted the curriculum and not whatever-the-hell this was.
She was replaced after a few more classes and the course returned to the mechanics of technical writing. I'm sure she was left with strong opinions of the heathens from the science and engineering faculties.
I still bristle at the mention of Joyce, and bear a small grudge against the Irish.