oh fuck off, grasshopper
go. see. hot. fuzz. now.
greatest movie ever? it's up there. seriously.
as for other things, i hate my darwin and darwinism class. seriously, how many times can we read the same freaking arguments over and over again? is reading about the goddamn bacteria flagellum again really going to change anything? no, it's the same argument stated in almost the same words as the last twelve essays we've read for that damn class!
grr. it wouldn't be so bad if he wasn't such a hard-ass on busywork. twat.
on the opposite spectrum of things, in the last three weeks, i've been to my advanced writing class once. allow me to rant. the class is called "advanced writing" which means, at least, that we will be writing in it and the writing will be of a somewhat "advanced" quality. so, i should at least assume that i will have to write more/better than my previous writing classes i have had at messiah college. reality: i have written two essays for my advanced writing class. the first was about zombies, the second about postmodernism. they have each been four pages, and written in about one night (maybe two hours on each). compare that to my creative writing class, where we wrote upwards of five, six short stories and a few poems. or my poetry workshop, where we wrote a poem every week. i'm not mad because the class is "easy" because i have twelve other essays to write, mostly for darwin (fucker). i'm mad because this class is required for the english major and frankly it's a load of shit. i got more from my studies in comp class. hell, i got more from my fucking ninth grade english class.
fuck this. i am so done with this semester. i want it to be reading day already so i can crush someone's face with cardboard. no, i want it to be friday. muse? hell, yes.
greatest movie ever? it's up there. seriously.
as for other things, i hate my darwin and darwinism class. seriously, how many times can we read the same freaking arguments over and over again? is reading about the goddamn bacteria flagellum again really going to change anything? no, it's the same argument stated in almost the same words as the last twelve essays we've read for that damn class!
grr. it wouldn't be so bad if he wasn't such a hard-ass on busywork. twat.
on the opposite spectrum of things, in the last three weeks, i've been to my advanced writing class once. allow me to rant. the class is called "advanced writing" which means, at least, that we will be writing in it and the writing will be of a somewhat "advanced" quality. so, i should at least assume that i will have to write more/better than my previous writing classes i have had at messiah college. reality: i have written two essays for my advanced writing class. the first was about zombies, the second about postmodernism. they have each been four pages, and written in about one night (maybe two hours on each). compare that to my creative writing class, where we wrote upwards of five, six short stories and a few poems. or my poetry workshop, where we wrote a poem every week. i'm not mad because the class is "easy" because i have twelve other essays to write, mostly for darwin (fucker). i'm mad because this class is required for the english major and frankly it's a load of shit. i got more from my studies in comp class. hell, i got more from my fucking ninth grade english class.
fuck this. i am so done with this semester. i want it to be reading day already so i can crush someone's face with cardboard. no, i want it to be friday. muse? hell, yes.