Update! Former COS did, indeed, call me on his drive home. Through crackling reception he regaled me with tales of the non-melodrama-filled actual west wing, and reassured me that, yes, they are usually pretty smart. Then we chatted about Princeton, Harvard, Paris, my dad the rock star, and other excellent topics. Then he said, "Well, if you have any more questions, you have my number now!"
After hanging up and picking myself up off the floor, I proceeded to go over it all for my roommates.

Whew.

Class this morning was excellent. I only have one class on Thursdays--and none on Fridays--so you'll have to wait until Monday for my next description, but for now let me just say I am enamored with my Women in Theater class. We'll have the opportunity to see shows at Princeton, in town, and in New York, and also we're being sneaked in the back door of a conference on women in theater in the 21st century. The professor is friendly, the other students seem nice too (and they're not all "theater people"), and most importantly it's a seminar class, but not a capital "S" Seminar Class where the "s" stands for "scary."
If all my other classes are like this, I'm golden.