Close Call

Apparently, I was *that close* (imagine an infinitesimal measurement of distance) to taking the worst class of my life this semester.
The Professor who teaches the Holocaustic class has been know to ask why the University continues to teach literature that was written before the 19th Century. Apparently, the expiry date for language and art is around the two-century mark...
Good thing I dropped the class. Yeah, that's what I call a close call.
Let's hope this person isn't on any committees that scrutinize grant or project proposals...