Going to the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York is sort of like reliving my freshman college course, History of Art 101. Except it’s not 9am in the morning and I’m not sitting in a dim room with a slide show playing, struggling to stay awake because I was up at 4am the night before doing a graveyard shift at the college radio station (a tiny 10watt station, though we liked to say it was 10,000 milliwatts of power!). As I wandered through the halls of the Met I found myself wishing I had paid more attention in that class, or at least stayed awake more. Perhaps if I had, I would know more about the artwork that I was looking at. Perhaps if I had, I also would have gotten a better grade. But, neither poor grade or lack of knowledge stopped me from enjoying what the museum had to offer.