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This List Is What Went Right ... You're Name Is Written Twice
A great line from a decent song. You'll hear it eventually, I promise.
I've been having the weirdest classes lately, and I can't seem to figure out why. It all started last night during my writing class when this guy (who we'll refer to as TheGuyWhoOnlyKnowsHowToBeMean) attacked a girl during a story workshop. Now, using the word "attack" doesn't mean physical, obviously. This girl, who seems nice enough, isn't much of a writer. I think she was already getting the hint as (a) people were being really critical of her story, although in a constructive way, and (b) she knew, and even said she pretty much knew, that her story wasn't anything to write home about. So what, right? Who cares? It was a bad first story, hopefully she'll get better. TheGuyWhoOnlyKnowsHowToBeMean waits until everyone else has exhausted their comments before he decides to speak up, and he does so by telling this poor girl that her story was "unreadable" and that he thinks she should only stick to things that she knows about, and according to her story, according to TheGuyWhoOnlyKnowsHowToBeMean, she only knows about "drugs, sex, and lingerie". Yikes. It was one of those moments where the air was sucked out of the room and everyone was staring at their feet in disbelief. Unbelieveable.
Today, things aren't that bad, but they have been kind of weird. During my first class the professor decided to do a random homework check. We have these workbooks (workbooks! I can't believe it. I'm how old now, and I'm still using fucking workbooks?!) in which we are assigned random-ass, piddly assignments. They take literally five minutes a night to do, but they're so unbelieveably useless it makes them almost unbearable. But, anywho, she decides to check them, and as half the class of 15 (which used to be 25, mind you, though 10 people have dropped already cause this professor is a total choad) has not done them, she decides to kick those people out. That's it. Just like high school. "Go wait in the hall until the end of the class". So, there were eight people there during the rest of the period, which was so shitty cause she kept calling on us, and no one likes her all that much cause we can never gauge what the hell she's talking about, and so on. It sucked. I had to talk in class today. Boo.
And finally, I got the requisite "you're not going to the memorial service on the quad, you fucking douchenozzle!" looks today as I began my long walk home after class. So what? I don't want to hear about 9/11 anymore. The only thing I'll say about it (THE ONLY THING!) is that it's almost uncanny how the weather today is EXACTLY! as beautiful as it was last year on this very same day. And that has nothing to do with terrorism, I'll bet.
And, I'm out.
This List Is What Went Right ... You're Name Is Written Twice
A great line from a decent song. You'll hear it eventually, I promise.
I've been having the weirdest classes lately, and I can't seem to figure out why. It all started last night during my writing class when this guy (who we'll refer to as TheGuyWhoOnlyKnowsHowToBeMean) attacked a girl during a story workshop. Now, using the word "attack" doesn't mean physical, obviously. This girl, who seems nice enough, isn't much of a writer. I think she was already getting the hint as (a) people were being really critical of her story, although in a constructive way, and (b) she knew, and even said she pretty much knew, that her story wasn't anything to write home about. So what, right? Who cares? It was a bad first story, hopefully she'll get better. TheGuyWhoOnlyKnowsHowToBeMean waits until everyone else has exhausted their comments before he decides to speak up, and he does so by telling this poor girl that her story was "unreadable" and that he thinks she should only stick to things that she knows about, and according to her story, according to TheGuyWhoOnlyKnowsHowToBeMean, she only knows about "drugs, sex, and lingerie". Yikes. It was one of those moments where the air was sucked out of the room and everyone was staring at their feet in disbelief. Unbelieveable.
Today, things aren't that bad, but they have been kind of weird. During my first class the professor decided to do a random homework check. We have these workbooks (workbooks! I can't believe it. I'm how old now, and I'm still using fucking workbooks?!) in which we are assigned random-ass, piddly assignments. They take literally five minutes a night to do, but they're so unbelieveably useless it makes them almost unbearable. But, anywho, she decides to check them, and as half the class of 15 (which used to be 25, mind you, though 10 people have dropped already cause this professor is a total choad) has not done them, she decides to kick those people out. That's it. Just like high school. "Go wait in the hall until the end of the class". So, there were eight people there during the rest of the period, which was so shitty cause she kept calling on us, and no one likes her all that much cause we can never gauge what the hell she's talking about, and so on. It sucked. I had to talk in class today. Boo.
And finally, I got the requisite "you're not going to the memorial service on the quad, you fucking douchenozzle!" looks today as I began my long walk home after class. So what? I don't want to hear about 9/11 anymore. The only thing I'll say about it (THE ONLY THING!) is that it's almost uncanny how the weather today is EXACTLY! as beautiful as it was last year on this very same day. And that has nothing to do with terrorism, I'll bet.
And, I'm out.
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