Sometimes the whiskey works... sometimes it don't at all.
So... last wednesday I had a quiz in my 7-9:40 world religions class, which means everyone was actually there, which probaby hasn't happened in the month and a half that's passed since our midterm. My teacher finished his lecture on our topic, gave us a 20 mintues break to study and then passed out our quiz at 8:20. We were to finish, stay in our seats and NOT turn them in and wait for everyone to finish and he'd collect them all at once and we would continue with lecture.
I finished my test in under 10 minutes and sat... patiently, as told. Well around me one by one student finished and got up to turn them in, despite my teacher's 6 reminders to "hold on to them, don't turn them in." So, 8:45 comes, he asks who's still working and despite having JUST studied the material of course some people were 25 minutes into the 20 question quiz. And aside from that the other half of my class took this status check as "OK I was just kidding before, you really CAN turn them in" and 10 more stood up and turned them in, while my teacher just shook his head.
At that point I'd seen too much and had sat wasting 20 minutes of my life waiting for other people to finish. I flung my bag over my shoulder and marched up to my teacher and told him bluntly "I'd planned on actually following your instructions, but I guess I'm the only one so I give up." And I thrust my paper into his hand, spun on my heels and let the door shut hard behind me.
Today, a week later, having already completely lost respect for my teacher and my entire class, I was back in class, against my better judgement, and I really hate it when I'm right sometimes, but today was another clear reminder of why I might finally, truly, be ready for college to be over. As my teacher handed back last weeks quiz (which I would like to point out I got a 100% on), people continued to trickle in 15, 20, and eventually 30 minutes late. I mean really? at that point, is there a point?
And once the few who came where there everyone was crumpling and tearing papers, whispering among themselve, playing with thier fake-blonde cheerleader ponytails, doing homework from other classes, and I wondered if I was the only one even listening. I don't know how my teacher can talk for 2 hours to a bunch of wandering eyes. I couldn't even stand to be among them and I couldnt focus amidst their chorus of distractions.
Sitting there, suddenly I had the thought that they all seemed so immature and I suspected them all of being sophomores, maybe juniors, but I hope not seniors, by the age of 21 or 22 you should know how to act. For the first time it makes me excited to graduate, eager to carve out a niche for myself in the adult world. I long to find a plce rich in respect, competency, ambition and purpose, all of which I feel are lacking here in college with my "peers". Becuase no matter how serious of a student I am I am still lumped in classes with the slacker 5 year freshman fratboy who smells like a bong, and the ditzy slut who slept with the Deam to get in and see class as a way to meet and corner her next sugar daddy. Yeah, maybe... just maybe, it is time to get the hell out of here.
I left class early again tonight at 8, because this is more than senioritis, this is distast.
I finished my test in under 10 minutes and sat... patiently, as told. Well around me one by one student finished and got up to turn them in, despite my teacher's 6 reminders to "hold on to them, don't turn them in." So, 8:45 comes, he asks who's still working and despite having JUST studied the material of course some people were 25 minutes into the 20 question quiz. And aside from that the other half of my class took this status check as "OK I was just kidding before, you really CAN turn them in" and 10 more stood up and turned them in, while my teacher just shook his head.
At that point I'd seen too much and had sat wasting 20 minutes of my life waiting for other people to finish. I flung my bag over my shoulder and marched up to my teacher and told him bluntly "I'd planned on actually following your instructions, but I guess I'm the only one so I give up." And I thrust my paper into his hand, spun on my heels and let the door shut hard behind me.
Today, a week later, having already completely lost respect for my teacher and my entire class, I was back in class, against my better judgement, and I really hate it when I'm right sometimes, but today was another clear reminder of why I might finally, truly, be ready for college to be over. As my teacher handed back last weeks quiz (which I would like to point out I got a 100% on), people continued to trickle in 15, 20, and eventually 30 minutes late. I mean really? at that point, is there a point?
And once the few who came where there everyone was crumpling and tearing papers, whispering among themselve, playing with thier fake-blonde cheerleader ponytails, doing homework from other classes, and I wondered if I was the only one even listening. I don't know how my teacher can talk for 2 hours to a bunch of wandering eyes. I couldn't even stand to be among them and I couldnt focus amidst their chorus of distractions.
Sitting there, suddenly I had the thought that they all seemed so immature and I suspected them all of being sophomores, maybe juniors, but I hope not seniors, by the age of 21 or 22 you should know how to act. For the first time it makes me excited to graduate, eager to carve out a niche for myself in the adult world. I long to find a plce rich in respect, competency, ambition and purpose, all of which I feel are lacking here in college with my "peers". Becuase no matter how serious of a student I am I am still lumped in classes with the slacker 5 year freshman fratboy who smells like a bong, and the ditzy slut who slept with the Deam to get in and see class as a way to meet and corner her next sugar daddy. Yeah, maybe... just maybe, it is time to get the hell out of here.
I left class early again tonight at 8, because this is more than senioritis, this is distast.