Angry Ramblings
I really hate my Writing the Essay class. Moreso than normal classes that revolve around essay-writing. No, no, he was to go and make it worse. How, well, not only do I have to write essay, I have to write essays about important point in my life. Now, as I'm sure you all know, I'm not a particularly open person. I don't much like talking about myself (hence the small number of posts written here). I especially don't like talking about the sorts of personal revalations that make for good essays. So I'm stuck sitting here, wracking my brains for an experience to write about that, despite being deeply personal and having a major impact on my life, I also would mind sharing with a bunch of people I only met two weeks ago.
And then there's the plenary. The fucking plenary. You see, not only do they have to waste my time with two classes a week (both at lunchtime, the bastards), and make me write two essays a week(one of them having only 48 hours to complete), but they also need to stick me in a lecture hall from 7-9 to listen to someone ramble about an art dealer. Now, there's nothing wrong with art dealers. I just met a cool French guy who deals in Japanese swords. He gave me a ride home from iaido two weeks ago. No, that's not the problem. The problem is taht it has jack shit to do with essay writing.
Meh. At least I have my roommate's PS2 to keep me sane. And my other classes are pretty good, don't have any complaints about them.
And then there's the plenary. The fucking plenary. You see, not only do they have to waste my time with two classes a week (both at lunchtime, the bastards), and make me write two essays a week(one of them having only 48 hours to complete), but they also need to stick me in a lecture hall from 7-9 to listen to someone ramble about an art dealer. Now, there's nothing wrong with art dealers. I just met a cool French guy who deals in Japanese swords. He gave me a ride home from iaido two weeks ago. No, that's not the problem. The problem is taht it has jack shit to do with essay writing.
Meh. At least I have my roommate's PS2 to keep me sane. And my other classes are pretty good, don't have any complaints about them.