Arrrrg!
I cannot stand my English class this semester. I'm not entirely sure what exact part I dislike, be it the texts we're reading of my prof's boring lectures of our tutorials where I want to jump out the window for sheer boredom. Our tutorial room is also fucking freezing. I have this class for three straight hours, one and a half for the lecture in the hall with no plugs and then off to tutorial where I never really join in the conversations because said conversations are either about race or Blackberries v. iPhones. I have nothing to say on either subject. In fact, this entire course is about race. Every text we've read so far is about race in England. If it were just race, that would be fine and interesting, but throwing in the English stuff is mind-numbing. None of us our English, none of us are affected by the going-ons of England. NONE OF US CARE WHAT MARGARET THATCHER SAID IN THE EIGHTIES SO STOP BRINGING HER UP AS SOME LIFE CHANGING EXPERIENCE WE ALL HAD.
Ugh, I can't even order my angry thoughts properly.
Last week in lecture our prof started going on about the Tempest really being about the homosexual love affair between Prospero and Caliban... WHAAAAAAAT!?! I'm sorry, but I really don't think Shakespeare was trying to imply that Prospero was in love with his Caribbean slave and THAT'S why he was angry when Caliban tried to rape his daughter.
I am so fucking bored right now and don't think I should even continue to show up for class, except I need to pass this fucking class so I keep showing up, day and day, to been bored mindless. The text themselves are interesting, but if our prof has anything interesting to say about them then he has completely failed. I have never been so bored in a lecture in my entire life. His voice is so monotone that half the time I don't even know what he's saying. All his words sound the same. I try taking notes, but everything I hear sounds redundant and unimportant and I just can't fucking stand it. The fact that I have to go to the tutorial in half an hour actually makes me want to cry.
I don't think I'm going to make it through this semester without jumping off a roof.
-LS
Ugh, I can't even order my angry thoughts properly.
Last week in lecture our prof started going on about the Tempest really being about the homosexual love affair between Prospero and Caliban... WHAAAAAAAT!?! I'm sorry, but I really don't think Shakespeare was trying to imply that Prospero was in love with his Caribbean slave and THAT'S why he was angry when Caliban tried to rape his daughter.
I am so fucking bored right now and don't think I should even continue to show up for class, except I need to pass this fucking class so I keep showing up, day and day, to been bored mindless. The text themselves are interesting, but if our prof has anything interesting to say about them then he has completely failed. I have never been so bored in a lecture in my entire life. His voice is so monotone that half the time I don't even know what he's saying. All his words sound the same. I try taking notes, but everything I hear sounds redundant and unimportant and I just can't fucking stand it. The fact that I have to go to the tutorial in half an hour actually makes me want to cry.
I don't think I'm going to make it through this semester without jumping off a roof.
-LS