i don't get it
I'm so pissed off right now, but at the same time, I'm seriously anxious. And not in the good way. This is a combination of emotions that I would rather not experience, and it's even fucking up my typing because I had to go back and fix this sentence two times.
So. My Journalism midterm was today.
First of all, I was at a loss of what to study for because this class is the most unorganized, unfocused class I have taken.
And so I go into class, you know, thinking that maybe she'll test us on skills rather than content because we never really go over too much content in class.
Wrong.
There's no way I could have gotten higher than an 80 on that test. And that's if I'm lucky.
There was an entire section dedicated to remembering the fine details of a single article we read -- four weeks ago. And I'm talking about questions like "what happened to change the mood of the piece midway and exactly how did the writer express this change?" Because right. We remember every single sentence in this piece.
And then the last section -- wtf was up with that? We never went over that in class. Or like, talked about it -- ever.
The more I experience this class, the more inclined I am to drop it. Seriously. I'm not getting anything out of it, and that's saying something, since I thought my last Journalism class was horrible. And within the past two weeks, I've cried twice over this class -- twice. I practically never get that upset over something.
I can't believe I fucking wasted my time studying for the exam last night. I might as well not have and used it for something else, like my huge mountain of other homework or translation.
Seriously. I don't get it. I just don't fucking get it. And apparently, neither does the rest of the class.
So. My Journalism midterm was today.
First of all, I was at a loss of what to study for because this class is the most unorganized, unfocused class I have taken.
And so I go into class, you know, thinking that maybe she'll test us on skills rather than content because we never really go over too much content in class.
Wrong.
There's no way I could have gotten higher than an 80 on that test. And that's if I'm lucky.
There was an entire section dedicated to remembering the fine details of a single article we read -- four weeks ago. And I'm talking about questions like "what happened to change the mood of the piece midway and exactly how did the writer express this change?" Because right. We remember every single sentence in this piece.
And then the last section -- wtf was up with that? We never went over that in class. Or like, talked about it -- ever.
The more I experience this class, the more inclined I am to drop it. Seriously. I'm not getting anything out of it, and that's saying something, since I thought my last Journalism class was horrible. And within the past two weeks, I've cried twice over this class -- twice. I practically never get that upset over something.
I can't believe I fucking wasted my time studying for the exam last night. I might as well not have and used it for something else, like my huge mountain of other homework or translation.
Seriously. I don't get it. I just don't fucking get it. And apparently, neither does the rest of the class.