A real life break up play in women's studies class at Cal-where else?

My niece just got a full scholarship to the UCLA directing program. Don't worry, this won't turn into a bragging blog-although she is perfect. She also happens to look just like me-brunette, brown eyes while her mom, two years younger than me, is blonde and blue-eyed. Maybe it's the fact that she looks like me that got me thinking about my college days. I got accepted into UC Berkeley and became an English major. At the end of my freshman year I fell in love which lasted for two years. When we broke up my bf and I were both taking the same class-a college women's studies class-this was the late 70's and he called himself a Renaissance man. For his final project he decided to do a play about how horrible I was. Instead of worrying about me, the female faculty member sided with him because he was the only male in the class. Talk about a nightmares. I can laugh about it now but it was devastating at the time. I wish I could prevent my niece but from any pain but guess it's part of growing up. She's already much more mature than me at that age.