Wednesday, May 30, 2001

Marc

Did you hear the one about the Physical Education Arsehole in my reading class? I'm in this secondary education class, with all kinds of people from different fields. No problem, right? Well, there's this dude (for our purposes we'll call him Dick!), and he's a P.E. major. Never stops arguing with the professor about how stupid it is that he's in the class, and that he has to take it, and blah blah blah. .. yesterday, Dick! hits the fucking wall with me.

"I don't think that we should have to talk about the author to help the kids better understand what they're reading," says Dick!. "Whoever the author is should be irrelevant."

Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not ripping on P.E. majors. I've never seen anyone do more work than our beloved Scooter, who will be a certified, finalized, full-fledged teacher come next fall. But what the fuck?! You're telling me that giving a bunch of kids "The Raven", telling them to read it, and not giving them any kind of background on Poe is right? Eh, Dick!? Is that what you're saying? I've never wanted to dropkick someone from across the room before. He'd prolly kick my arse, though. He's a big fucker.

I'm in that lull between class. I'm debating about whether or not I should try and take a half hour nap, until Rick shows up, or not. Modest Mouse will tell me, I'm sure of it.