it's my turn to complain
i really, truly, 100% hate school right now. i'm so tired of it. i know, everyone feels this way. but UGH i'm so frustrated with it. i really dislike my classical literature class, which, to make things worse, is 9am MWF. i dont DOOOO classes before 11. it's just not logical for a sloth(1) like me. so of course at the beginning of the semester i missed my fair share of class. but i finally realized that i will fail if i keep being a lazy bitch, so i've gotten good about going. the other day i made the mistake of not bringing the right reading material to class and my professor told me i had to leeeave the class. after getting all settled in my desk and what not. so i began putting my stuff in my bag and i was putting on my jacket, and he stops calling the role so that he can remind me that i need to get out. "I was putting on my jacket" i reply, in an annoyed tone. so i walk out, get down the stairs, outside of the building, almost to my car, when a guy from my class comes running up to inform me that he has an extra copy of the reading material that i can use. so i have to swallow EVERY ounce of pride (and vomit) in me and march back up there and go back in the room and take my seat. let it be known, i wanted to die.
i hate being made to feel like that. i HATE being humiliated in front of strangers. and i HATE that this class is a philosophy class in disguise as a literature class. my brain has been tainted by all the literature classes i've taken, so when i read something i think "how is this story line significant to the plot; what is the underlying message; is there any significance to the color of mr mcapplebee's coat?" which, believe it or not, doesn't really work when you're reading ovid and plato and socrates. i don't think "if our souls are eternal, and our bodies are deathbound, then how can our bodies be like a lyre, and the soul like the atunement?" oy vey. and if i wasn't THIS close to graduating, i would have used the annie daniel method of dropping a class and just stopped going weeks ago.
(1)i got to feed the sloth at the dallas world aquarium!
i hate being made to feel like that. i HATE being humiliated in front of strangers. and i HATE that this class is a philosophy class in disguise as a literature class. my brain has been tainted by all the literature classes i've taken, so when i read something i think "how is this story line significant to the plot; what is the underlying message; is there any significance to the color of mr mcapplebee's coat?" which, believe it or not, doesn't really work when you're reading ovid and plato and socrates. i don't think "if our souls are eternal, and our bodies are deathbound, then how can our bodies be like a lyre, and the soul like the atunement?" oy vey. and if i wasn't THIS close to graduating, i would have used the annie daniel method of dropping a class and just stopped going weeks ago.
(1)i got to feed the sloth at the dallas world aquarium!