Classes need to suck my dick. I will whip it out right now.
So on Friday (3 or 4 days ago. whatever.) I drove 4 fucking hours to get to school a half an hour AFTER MY CLASS ENDED. The Santa Ana winds were blowing and a truck was tipped over and all the cargo was EVERYWHERE, so it took me 4 HOURS to make a 40 MINUTE trip. NOT ONLY did I have to deal with traffic, but I also had to turn in my essay 30 minutes late. To my teacher’s office. Who wasn’t there. OH. and I don’t get credit for my essay. That was the only class I had that day. I missed it and lost credit for an essay.
That teacher kinda sucks t-rex dick in my opinion. Not only because i’m a bitter bitch (it really doesnt matter that I don’t get credit because i can just re-print the essay and turn it in at the end of the quarter as a re-do), but because HE’S A BIO-CHEM MAJOR and he’s teaching my Beginning Composition course. Does that make sense to anyone? No? Good.
He once tried to explain to us what an idiom is. He didn’t actually give a definition, though. What he said was “You wouldn’t say ‘I was caught by bewilderment’, right? You would say ‘I was caught by surprise’. That’s what an idiom is.” But it isn’t. That isn’t what an idiom is at all. An idiom is a colloquial phrase that means something other than what the words in the phrase might suggest to someone who does not fluently speak the language or understand the culture. Examples of an idiom include : The Lion’s Share, Crocodile Tears, Red Letter Day, etc.
I have raised my hand and answered so many questions in that class and gotten so many participation points that he no longer lets me speak in class. If I raise my hand, I don’t get called on. He acts like I don’t exist. The reason this is upsetting is that I wait until I am sure that no one else is going to answer to raise my hand. This means that I am the only one to give a damn or that I am the only one that knows the answer. And if I am the only one that gives a damn, why SHOULDN’T I get the participation points handed to me? If no one else cares, why does he push so hard to give everyone the full 15% of their grade that depends on participation? He isn’t a very good teacher, and I realize that’s probably because he’s just a graduate student, but what really bugs me is that he’s making this class worth nothing to anyone who’s actually in the class. So what if you get an A in the class? It doesn’t actually mean anything if you don’t have to work for it.
Bitches.
So. Today Catherine and I skipped our psych class. There wasn’t any particular reason to do so, we just weren’t feeling it. We actually ended up sitting just outside our class playing Temple Run and talking to people. It was pretty great. It makes me wonder though: When did we all get so lazy? We were literally right outside the lecture hall. It would have taken less than a minute to get up, walk inside, and sit down. And yet we sat outside and got a brief overview of one of the Barbie movies.
Speaking of fucking classes, we just got our registration times for winter quarter. We aren’t even registering until the end of November. What the hell is that? We are going to get the worst classes- all of the morning classes that everyone intelligently ignores. Next quarter is going to suck balls, big time.
I Like Big Black Hairy Balls.
Think about that statement. Let it sit in your mind for a moment. Really soak it in. Now, say it. Say it and have a straight face. Look your best friend in the eye and say it with a straight face. Don’t have a best friend? Look your dog (or cat, or turtle, or imaginary six-foot psychopath imaginary bunny friend named Frank [Yes. I went there. It happened]) DIRECTLY in the eye and let them know just how much you like big black hairy balls. In and around you mouth. Become an expert at saying this to people. It’ll improve your life greatly. I promise.