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Do you ever want to murder your history professor? I do. He was doing the rise of the samurai class today, and you'd think even he wouldn't be able to make that boring, but he managed. (As a matter of fact, he began the lecture by dissing the samurai, insisting that they weren't as great or interesting as anybody thinks, and saying things like, "If I wanted to give this lecture like a samurai, I'd just be grunting..." WHAT the fuck.) Then he proceeded to confuse us all to death by starting at 800 AD even though we HAD been up to 1200 AD, working his way back to 1200 AD, and then skipping back to 800 AD without telling us because the first time through had only been an overview of what he was GOING to tell us later.
Hatred.
How about your English professor? Do you ever want to murder your English professor? I do. She has no earthly idea what she wants from us. Sometimes she hates cliches so much that she even marks them disapprovingly when you use them deliberately; other days she marks on your paper that she thinks you should use cliched statements here for maximum effect instead of original comparisons. Today's obnoxious thing is that she wanted us to mimic the style of several extremely short and oblique pieces that we read in class -- pieces that offered no explanation whatsoever, pieces that had the entire class going "WHAT?" and which nobody ever did come up with a coherent consensus on -- and then complained that I didn't include explanations for every non-sequitur statement I made in these pieces. She was like, "What's your logic?" HELLO? We had pieces in your class where a daughter would ask her mother, "Where is my daughter?" and her mother would say, "You must wait for the signal man to lower his bridge." You're complaining about MY piece, where a man complains about a girl being too violent and her commenting that he gave her her first knife? You want the logic behind THAT?
I think my major problem with her is that she says things totally contradictory to the normal human train of thought. She explains that she can't employ her imagination UNLESS you give her lots and lots of details. Now, normal humans -- and the rest of our class -- tried to say, "Um, isn't the point of imagination filling in the blanks?" But she doesn't listen. Apparently, now, my piece can only really be oblique if I tell her EVERYTHING.
Grrr.
And now they're watching the damn Happy Tree Friends again, which makes me sick to my stomach just hearing. I hope they move off this fascination soon.
But you know what? I'm actually in a good mood. ^^;;; Aliciaaaaaa, the CVS in Stuyvesant...?
Hatred.
How about your English professor? Do you ever want to murder your English professor? I do. She has no earthly idea what she wants from us. Sometimes she hates cliches so much that she even marks them disapprovingly when you use them deliberately; other days she marks on your paper that she thinks you should use cliched statements here for maximum effect instead of original comparisons. Today's obnoxious thing is that she wanted us to mimic the style of several extremely short and oblique pieces that we read in class -- pieces that offered no explanation whatsoever, pieces that had the entire class going "WHAT?" and which nobody ever did come up with a coherent consensus on -- and then complained that I didn't include explanations for every non-sequitur statement I made in these pieces. She was like, "What's your logic?" HELLO? We had pieces in your class where a daughter would ask her mother, "Where is my daughter?" and her mother would say, "You must wait for the signal man to lower his bridge." You're complaining about MY piece, where a man complains about a girl being too violent and her commenting that he gave her her first knife? You want the logic behind THAT?
I think my major problem with her is that she says things totally contradictory to the normal human train of thought. She explains that she can't employ her imagination UNLESS you give her lots and lots of details. Now, normal humans -- and the rest of our class -- tried to say, "Um, isn't the point of imagination filling in the blanks?" But she doesn't listen. Apparently, now, my piece can only really be oblique if I tell her EVERYTHING.
Grrr.
And now they're watching the damn Happy Tree Friends again, which makes me sick to my stomach just hearing. I hope they move off this fascination soon.
But you know what? I'm actually in a good mood. ^^;;; Aliciaaaaaa, the CVS in Stuyvesant...?
