Semester 1 Done

Dec 18, 2004 02:52

Preface: After reading what I wrote, I must confess this entry sounds terribly self-righteous and pompous. I don't mean to be. I'm just frustrated. Excuse me.

So...my first semester in college ends. Man did it ever fly by. How do I feel? Like a fifth grader. Woot.

I hate college. Maybe I just hate FSU. Well, I hate being treated like a baby. I hate being surrounded by and compared to the immature asses at this school. They don't do their work. They ask for mercy. And they fucking get it. Oh, and when they do turn in their work, it sucks. Where did these people go to high school? Did they take all PE classes their senior year? Practical literacy? What?

Bah.

I hate actors. Their starry-eyed stupidity sickens me. I have an agent. And I consider theatre a hobby. These kids proclaim an undying passion for theatre, but they do jack shit. No agent, no respect for technical work, no real dedication... These fucking kids don't have a passion for theatre. They have a passion for the spotlight: they are nothing more than attention whores. And how dare they disgrace theatre with their egoism. How fucking dare they. I have a passion for theatre. And it sickens and enrages me to no end.

I hate our generation. Newsflash: laziness is not cool or okay. And it's definitely not permissible. The fact that it's acceptable also sickens and enrages me to no end. Why not always do your best? Why settle for piss-poor work? Sure, maybe you'll get a satisfactory grade with your lame-ass attempt, but you know what? That teacher is fucking inethical. School should be about...what? grades? EDUCATION. Huh. There's a novel idea. Education. As in, learning. As in, putting forth your best for the virtue of the work. You're lazy? You want to sit around and watch TV instead? Get over it. You are ruining our generation. We are lowering our standards. We are allowing ourselves to become the brainwashed masses. Don't you complain to me about the government's tyranny or the environment or the crime rate or the poverty. Unless you're doing something, you're wasting air. We are fucking letting this shit happen. Do you think any of the world's problems are going to get solved through laziness? "Doing something" includes allowing yourself to be educated and fulfilling your potential.

Grr.

I changed my majors again. Yeah yeah, I know. Doesn't seem like I'm going to stick to a life plan. This one I'm pretty definite about, though. I'm going to double in Religion and Philosophy. I'm going to take English and Psych classes, but I'm not going to worry whether they add up to minors. I'll take enough classes to satisfy me. I'll still write an Honors thesis- maybe two. I'll be able to tie in stuff I learn from the psych classes, which will be awesome. Maybe I could write about the psychology and philosophy behind Nazi Germany. That could be interesting. I'm definitely graduating in three years. It'll probably be summer 07 when I graduate, but who knows. I want to go to grad school for English. I'll be a journalist and be able to write fiction at the same time. I don't like watching the news. I honestly, earnestly believe that I could develop schizophrenia from watching it. I used to lie awake at night, and I'd constantly feel sick to my stomach. I became somewhat paranoid and OCD about it all. As a journalist, I'll see the stories from an academic standpoint, so I can be informed, be involved, and not go crazy.

Grades....

Intro to Theatre: 97 (highest grade of all SOT freshman)
Short Story: a high A of some sort, probably 97
Intro to Tech Theatre/Costume Design/Sewing Class/Sweat Shop: A-
Honors Colloquium: S
Theatre Forum: S
Honors Astronomy: 117 (highest of anyone)
Astro Lab: 96ish (I think the highest of anyone in my lab section)

First of all, I'm not trying to brag or be obnoxious. However, I do believe I should be proud of the grades while I have them. Philo and Rel are not easy majors. Psych classes aren't easy either. The Sweat Shop grade didn't bother me until I found out that it will prevent me from having a 4.0. I don't know if I'd be able to pull off all A's in college anyway, but I don't like the chance of it being squashed by some fucking sewing class. I e mailed the teacher. Politely told her I want to know why in the hell she thought an A- was appropriate. Don't call me a dork. In college an A- does matter.

I'm in CO until Christmas Eve. I'll be in GA from the 25th to the 3rd. I'm going to have a New Year's Eve party. I miss and love you all. And really, I'm not trying to sound like a bitch with this entry.
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