Frustration
Now's my time to rant. The English class that I'm taking to substitute the requirement for my ethnic studies minor is killing me. I spent all weekend finishing a freaking 269 page book, and I come to class and almost everyone read only part of it (the girl next to me told me we were supposed to read the rest of the book and the professor was unclear). Excuse me for being stereotypical, but he's one of those white guys who is sure he's got all the answers. Granted, he knows more than I do (he should, he's a professor), at least when we're talking about English, but he isn't afraid to brag about his trips to the places in the book we're reading. Who f*ing cares where you've been. I think I'm just frustrated. I began this class with an open mind, seeing it as a chance to try to enjoy reading, as usually I loathe it. I'm not meant to think like that I guess. He says all this stuff and I think I know what he's talking about, so I muster up the courage to say something and he implies that I'm wrong. Whatever, I won't talk anymore. And he's the type of professor who calls on people and puts them on the spot. I hate that. I want to just tell him, you know what, whatever I say you're just going to disagree with it, so why don't you just tell me what it is that I am supposed to be learning. GAH. I would drop the class, but I need it to get my minor, which really doesn't matter in the grand scheme of things, but I would have to take up another class if I dropped it. I've had classes before that stress me out; at this point I need to learn what I can and not feel like I have to be perfect. When it comes to school, I have a problem with feeling like I need to know everything and be an awesome student, but I have my limits. Like Kevin said, "What, so you'll get a B?" Yeah, I probably will, and I need to be okay with that. English is not my forte and it's a 300 level. It's hard to be open to learning from a guy I don't really respect, so that'll be my challenge. And I graduate in four months...
Thanks for listening. Sometimes calling someone out in a public, yet private place helps.
Thanks for listening. Sometimes calling someone out in a public, yet private place helps.