all true, except the part about the centaur.
it's the first day of classes and i'm already tired of being an english major.
explanation:
upon showing up to my 10 o'clock d.h. lawrence class, i was thrilled to discover that my professor a)is a legally blind old man and b)has a tendency to ramble a lot. after an uncomfortably off-the-cuff introduction, he made all the students in the room introduce themselves and explain why they were in the class. following each of the first fifteen students, he launched into some sort of rant. some of the rants were kind of funny in their absurdity - at one point, he berated some girl for having never read any d.h. lawrence ("20 years ago, that would have been unheard of! etc!"). however, most of them were simply boring, seemingly improvised (and badly phrased, no less) bullshit about lawrence's parallel themes of sexuality and industrialization... interesting concepts in theory, but not ones that require the sort of amazing redundancy that this guy foisted upon them. by the end of the hour, i was just waiting for it all to stop. i promptly missed my next class. it was an accident, but, hell, a rest was in order...
so how have i spent the rest of my day? well, i woke up early to go book shopping, a job that remains only three quarters finished, as i still need to sign up for another class and somehow get two books for my d.h. lawrence class that were unavailable. after that i went to class and... yeah. i then went to a computer lab and e-mailed various art professors, questioning why narrative media remains a graduate-only program and why basic drawing classes are major-specific (i.e. only art majors can take them). i want to sign up for an art class. i miss art. it offends me that i can't take a drawing class in my spare time.
*shakes fist*
i now have a phone ((217)344-7053) and cable internet access. take note.
explanation:
upon showing up to my 10 o'clock d.h. lawrence class, i was thrilled to discover that my professor a)is a legally blind old man and b)has a tendency to ramble a lot. after an uncomfortably off-the-cuff introduction, he made all the students in the room introduce themselves and explain why they were in the class. following each of the first fifteen students, he launched into some sort of rant. some of the rants were kind of funny in their absurdity - at one point, he berated some girl for having never read any d.h. lawrence ("20 years ago, that would have been unheard of! etc!"). however, most of them were simply boring, seemingly improvised (and badly phrased, no less) bullshit about lawrence's parallel themes of sexuality and industrialization... interesting concepts in theory, but not ones that require the sort of amazing redundancy that this guy foisted upon them. by the end of the hour, i was just waiting for it all to stop. i promptly missed my next class. it was an accident, but, hell, a rest was in order...
so how have i spent the rest of my day? well, i woke up early to go book shopping, a job that remains only three quarters finished, as i still need to sign up for another class and somehow get two books for my d.h. lawrence class that were unavailable. after that i went to class and... yeah. i then went to a computer lab and e-mailed various art professors, questioning why narrative media remains a graduate-only program and why basic drawing classes are major-specific (i.e. only art majors can take them). i want to sign up for an art class. i miss art. it offends me that i can't take a drawing class in my spare time.
*shakes fist*
i now have a phone ((217)344-7053) and cable internet access. take note.