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Well Allison laid an egg on me
Oct. 6th, 2004 02:54 pmI didn't go to class on Thursday, Friday, Monday, nor Tuesday. Except for AVF010, I hate all of my classes. Spanish wouldn't be so bad if the professor weren't a fucking Principal Strickland looking psycho. I think I'm going to do a Pass/Fail for that class on account of I don't really want to do enough work to get a good grade. My GPA is pretty kickass right now, so I don't want some whacko fucking it up because he assumes that level 4 Spanish means that students take the language for fun, not because it's required. You could argue that knowing a foreign language is invaluable these days. But I don't feel like arguing. I just don't want to do that right now.
I swear it, there is no point at all to my Mass Media class. None. It's a fucking drain on my patience, intelligence, time, money, etc. It's practically a political science class, which would be well and good if the title of the course were PSCI001. But it's not, it's MASS004, which means it's supposed to be a course that teaches about the history of mass media. Instead, the hour and twenty-five minutes of class are spent as such:
35-40 minutes of baseless political discussion and misguided opinions thereof;
25-30 minutes of reasons why we should be living in fear (i.e. explosives in the cargo of airplanes, WMD pointed at every country in the world, manipulative media, etc.)
10-15 minutes of purely idiotic anecdotes of the students concerning whatever godforsaken tangent the professor has gone on
5 minutes of Mass Media studies
My professor is a stupid, stupid person. A very fucking stupid person. I used to think that they only allowed intelligent people teach college courses; I've only had one or two that weren't necessarily intelligent, but smart enough to teach one or two things. But this person is incredibly stupid. I have two defenses: a) utilize all of my wit and wisdom in writing my research paper to confuse and destroy him; b) really let him have it in the end-of-semester evaluation. I mean really let him have it. Really, really let them know what he's doing.
The girl who sits behind me is super super super super hot. And she agrees with me that he's an idiot and that the class is a waste of time. She's so super hot it's incredible. There are a lot of super hot girls on this campus. I just wish I weren't so fat and gross looking. I gotta lose some weight pronto, but I know I'm too lazy to do it. It's a self-fulfilling prophecy, a downward shame spiral, a self-pitiful struggle.
AND NOW TO PHILOSOPHY WHICH IS ANOTHER CLASS I HATE!
I swear it, there is no point at all to my Mass Media class. None. It's a fucking drain on my patience, intelligence, time, money, etc. It's practically a political science class, which would be well and good if the title of the course were PSCI001. But it's not, it's MASS004, which means it's supposed to be a course that teaches about the history of mass media. Instead, the hour and twenty-five minutes of class are spent as such:
35-40 minutes of baseless political discussion and misguided opinions thereof;
25-30 minutes of reasons why we should be living in fear (i.e. explosives in the cargo of airplanes, WMD pointed at every country in the world, manipulative media, etc.)
10-15 minutes of purely idiotic anecdotes of the students concerning whatever godforsaken tangent the professor has gone on
5 minutes of Mass Media studies
My professor is a stupid, stupid person. A very fucking stupid person. I used to think that they only allowed intelligent people teach college courses; I've only had one or two that weren't necessarily intelligent, but smart enough to teach one or two things. But this person is incredibly stupid. I have two defenses: a) utilize all of my wit and wisdom in writing my research paper to confuse and destroy him; b) really let him have it in the end-of-semester evaluation. I mean really let him have it. Really, really let them know what he's doing.
The girl who sits behind me is super super super super hot. And she agrees with me that he's an idiot and that the class is a waste of time. She's so super hot it's incredible. There are a lot of super hot girls on this campus. I just wish I weren't so fat and gross looking. I gotta lose some weight pronto, but I know I'm too lazy to do it. It's a self-fulfilling prophecy, a downward shame spiral, a self-pitiful struggle.
AND NOW TO PHILOSOPHY WHICH IS ANOTHER CLASS I HATE!
