My anger will be measured in your blood...
OH. MY. FUCKING. GOD.
My communications teacher has made a full on POWERPOINT in order to teach us what a metaphonr is. Will someone please shoot me in the face? Anyone? He talks to us like we're in the fucking 1st grade. He should have brought us some milk and mother-fucking cookies if we're going back to elementary school. I just want to be killed right now.
He's handing out a SEVEN PAGE PACKET on metaphors now. I can explain this subject in ONE SENTENCE and he need seven fucking pages? This is the biggest waste of time in my life.
Oh my Jesus lord one of his sample metaphor sentences (theory is building) is "Your hypothesis needs more SUPPORT. You need to BUTTRESS it with SOLID evidence." First off, if someone suggested I buttress my argument I would slit there throat. Second, support isn't a word that's architecturally exclusive, and neither is solid. I could be talking about supporting many things, like showing my SUPPORT of your long and painful death with a blunt, SOLID object. What a piece of crap.
OH MY GOD, he is using a passage from Dante's Inferno as an example of life as a journey. "In the middle of life's road I found myself in a dark wood." The problem is that this is a symbol, not a metaphor. In the story, Dante is LITERALLY on life's road and is LITERALLY in a dark wood. Has this man read Dante's Inferno?
WHAT THE FUCK!? My teacher is currently upside down, because he is doing a handstand to perform some stupid fuck point. No joke, he is up against the wall with his feet above his head. I want to vomit. My brain is literally in pain, and the worst part is the class is oohing and ahing like the group of toddlers he thinks we are.
I hate that class, and it will be hard for me to keep the razors off my wrists next class period.
My communications teacher has made a full on POWERPOINT in order to teach us what a metaphonr is. Will someone please shoot me in the face? Anyone? He talks to us like we're in the fucking 1st grade. He should have brought us some milk and mother-fucking cookies if we're going back to elementary school. I just want to be killed right now.
He's handing out a SEVEN PAGE PACKET on metaphors now. I can explain this subject in ONE SENTENCE and he need seven fucking pages? This is the biggest waste of time in my life.
Oh my Jesus lord one of his sample metaphor sentences (theory is building) is "Your hypothesis needs more SUPPORT. You need to BUTTRESS it with SOLID evidence." First off, if someone suggested I buttress my argument I would slit there throat. Second, support isn't a word that's architecturally exclusive, and neither is solid. I could be talking about supporting many things, like showing my SUPPORT of your long and painful death with a blunt, SOLID object. What a piece of crap.
OH MY GOD, he is using a passage from Dante's Inferno as an example of life as a journey. "In the middle of life's road I found myself in a dark wood." The problem is that this is a symbol, not a metaphor. In the story, Dante is LITERALLY on life's road and is LITERALLY in a dark wood. Has this man read Dante's Inferno?
WHAT THE FUCK!? My teacher is currently upside down, because he is doing a handstand to perform some stupid fuck point. No joke, he is up against the wall with his feet above his head. I want to vomit. My brain is literally in pain, and the worst part is the class is oohing and ahing like the group of toddlers he thinks we are.
I hate that class, and it will be hard for me to keep the razors off my wrists next class period.