The Lit Theory Rant
I don't say this very often, but boy, I am so fucked on this Lit Theory test. I have no clue how to answer these questions! It's open book, so do I need to have citations for my answers?? There is nothing in the material that says "power-knowledge is this..." It's all in a foreign language that philosophy phD's can understand.
I don't get how if some French asshole has something important to say they will say it in a manner where barely anybody can understand it. The only people who can understand this shit are intellectuals, philosophers, linguists, and other professionals of the sort; people who have been going to college for an ungodly amount of time. These documents were composed for them, not for undergrads. So, do I fall into any of those categories? Am I a professional linguist, philosopher, psychologist? No..I'm a fucking fiction writer! I don't have a doctorate in blowing smoke out my ass. Shit, I don't even have my bachelor's of arts yet. So how the hell am I able to understand this material from the text alone? I can't. Thank God I can take good class notes or else I'd be really shit out of luck.
Why couldn't I have thought of this rant when we did the course questionnaire?
Why does almost every major force you to take a class where it's going to lower your GPA no matter what? Okay, okay, so maybe a few of those bastards in my Theory class can understand what's going on. They're lucky God gave them the capacity to understand this junk. As for the rest of us, we're so fucked.
This semester has been the equivalent of running head first into a brick wall for me; all this information is useless, and it hurt learning it for nothing. If anything, this semester has taught me a lot more about patience than I picked up during my entire freshman year shit-fest.
When am I really going to start living? When am I going to start doing things that actually matter? I don't like this. I don't like wasting my time and energy for nothing besides a lesson in patience. I've been patient for the longest time. Where's the payoff? Is there any, or am I just doomed to take this shit forever?
I need another injection of serenity. My last does is apparently beginning to wear off.
I do get breaks here and there; spring break, and this past summer too. Happiness still exists. If it weren't for those instances this past year I don't think I'd have very much faith left at all.
I don't get how if some French asshole has something important to say they will say it in a manner where barely anybody can understand it. The only people who can understand this shit are intellectuals, philosophers, linguists, and other professionals of the sort; people who have been going to college for an ungodly amount of time. These documents were composed for them, not for undergrads. So, do I fall into any of those categories? Am I a professional linguist, philosopher, psychologist? No..I'm a fucking fiction writer! I don't have a doctorate in blowing smoke out my ass. Shit, I don't even have my bachelor's of arts yet. So how the hell am I able to understand this material from the text alone? I can't. Thank God I can take good class notes or else I'd be really shit out of luck.
Why couldn't I have thought of this rant when we did the course questionnaire?
Why does almost every major force you to take a class where it's going to lower your GPA no matter what? Okay, okay, so maybe a few of those bastards in my Theory class can understand what's going on. They're lucky God gave them the capacity to understand this junk. As for the rest of us, we're so fucked.
This semester has been the equivalent of running head first into a brick wall for me; all this information is useless, and it hurt learning it for nothing. If anything, this semester has taught me a lot more about patience than I picked up during my entire freshman year shit-fest.
When am I really going to start living? When am I going to start doing things that actually matter? I don't like this. I don't like wasting my time and energy for nothing besides a lesson in patience. I've been patient for the longest time. Where's the payoff? Is there any, or am I just doomed to take this shit forever?
I need another injection of serenity. My last does is apparently beginning to wear off.
I do get breaks here and there; spring break, and this past summer too. Happiness still exists. If it weren't for those instances this past year I don't think I'd have very much faith left at all.