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my sex and the novel course is a joke.
the professor is not going to be physically present in the class for a week and a half, she is currently on the east coast taking classes/teaching classes... and has assignmed us to read both lolita and reading lolita in tehran prior to her arrival.
and on the first day of this class, a polish classmate called me a prude. yes. called ME a prude. i voiced my alarm at a public university having such a class, and then he told me i was an "american prude." i was far too alarmed at such an accusation to have any sort of clever, cruel retort, and by the time i gathered my blank stare into a glare, it was too late for any comeback.
bastard.
so, in other words, i am going to jump through rings of fire to get out of this class (i've already read most of the books anyway, and it's not like i am in need of any academic sexual enlightenment.)
i am instead, lightly pursuing getting a job, hopefully just one on weekends, so it will work with new york and my future school schedules.
don't even get me started on the bus driver that drove away from me, waiting on the sidewalk, whilst making eyecontact with me, and whilst i was pounding on the closed door, shouting things.
to get even at the world, i took my boyfriend shopping for $200 jeans. because nothing can stop me when i have a boy who looks so good in tight pants.
the professor is not going to be physically present in the class for a week and a half, she is currently on the east coast taking classes/teaching classes... and has assignmed us to read both lolita and reading lolita in tehran prior to her arrival.
and on the first day of this class, a polish classmate called me a prude. yes. called ME a prude. i voiced my alarm at a public university having such a class, and then he told me i was an "american prude." i was far too alarmed at such an accusation to have any sort of clever, cruel retort, and by the time i gathered my blank stare into a glare, it was too late for any comeback.
bastard.
so, in other words, i am going to jump through rings of fire to get out of this class (i've already read most of the books anyway, and it's not like i am in need of any academic sexual enlightenment.)
i am instead, lightly pursuing getting a job, hopefully just one on weekends, so it will work with new york and my future school schedules.
don't even get me started on the bus driver that drove away from me, waiting on the sidewalk, whilst making eyecontact with me, and whilst i was pounding on the closed door, shouting things.
to get even at the world, i took my boyfriend shopping for $200 jeans. because nothing can stop me when i have a boy who looks so good in tight pants.