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[music| ergo proxy - he the empty ]
i thought i'd gotten over my almost groundless English professor spite, since despite making me wait an extra 40 minutes for her 'student/teacher conference', she seemed interested in my personal schedule and willing to cut me slack on the English paper after i mentioned the others i had to do. and i turned down the extension, by the way, because i am either stupid or too stubborn.
that was about a week ago, mind you.
and now the English professor spite is back. because when she forces everyone into groups for projects that are worth a ridiculously small amount of our grade, expects it done within a couple of days and to be thorough and in-depth? that, in itself, kind of nags at me, because a couple of days to try and decipher John Donne with foreign group members is difficult. but no, that's not my problem at all.
it's the fact i'm being forced to do performance art. acting, props, emotion.
okay, seriously, lady. you're really pissing me off. i hated teachers who taught drama in high school for doing this kind of shit, since i think it's more like railroading your students into doing stupid and 'more exciting.' well fuck you too. i despite acting with all my little shrivelled heart, and may be petty about it.
aggravated ]
[music| ergo proxy - he the empty ]
i thought i'd gotten over my almost groundless English professor spite, since despite making me wait an extra 40 minutes for her 'student/teacher conference', she seemed interested in my personal schedule and willing to cut me slack on the English paper after i mentioned the others i had to do. and i turned down the extension, by the way, because i am either stupid or too stubborn.
that was about a week ago, mind you.
and now the English professor spite is back. because when she forces everyone into groups for projects that are worth a ridiculously small amount of our grade, expects it done within a couple of days and to be thorough and in-depth? that, in itself, kind of nags at me, because a couple of days to try and decipher John Donne with foreign group members is difficult. but no, that's not my problem at all.
it's the fact i'm being forced to do performance art. acting, props, emotion.
okay, seriously, lady. you're really pissing me off. i hated teachers who taught drama in high school for doing this kind of shit, since i think it's more like railroading your students into doing stupid and 'more exciting.' well fuck you too. i despite acting with all my little shrivelled heart, and may be petty about it.