Enter the Graduate School
Grad school started on Wednesday. I got mono two weeks before this magical date. Doesn't that sound wonderful? I'm not fully unpacked, I'm not fully energetic, and I'm not fully into this theory class I'm taking. The writing workshop is a waterfall to the man stranded in the desert, and it'll drown me soon; but I'll die happy. The theory class is the desert to that hypothetical stranded man, and I won't die happy. Then again, those folks around me who have survived assure me that my own survival is a given. For the sake of sanity, I will not refute their logic. Proving them wrong is not in my best interests.
I have located a few like minded souls on campus, and we have banded together against the forces at work in our theory class. None of us is particularly interested in dominating class discussion. For this, we are sentenced to poor grades in the "participation" area. This guarantees us each a grade of low B, if all else is perfect. In my book, B stands for bad. This is unacceptable, and I will not accept it. Neither are they willing to lie down and take a B, when they do just as much work, and prefer to remain silent. So. We have plans to hijack the discussion; artificial participation will get us the grades we want, so we'll fake it. We shall meet to discuss these plans every day during our lunch hours. Classroom domination is ours!
On a different note, I have the intense craving for a Cup-o-Noodles. I have had a passionate longing for this mass of squigglies for weeks. Although the teacher of theory has forbidden weekends, I plan to use mine to buy a dozen Cups-o-Noodles, and I will eat them during my generous lunch hours each day until they run out.
Weekends. What right does anyone have to take my weekend? Apparently, all the right in the world, for as I examine the syllabus, I realize that this is just what she has done. Stripped me of weekends for the remainder of summer. There's a free movie in the campus theater tonight, and I will be reading Bakhtin and Foucault. I'd rather watch the movie, but in light of my reading assignments, I'll take a decent night's sleep over the film.
Also in light of those assignments, I should post this and get on with it already. The guy next door is watching a loud movie with car chases, and the kids in the pool are screaming as though they've lost an appendage. This will be a long night. End.
I have located a few like minded souls on campus, and we have banded together against the forces at work in our theory class. None of us is particularly interested in dominating class discussion. For this, we are sentenced to poor grades in the "participation" area. This guarantees us each a grade of low B, if all else is perfect. In my book, B stands for bad. This is unacceptable, and I will not accept it. Neither are they willing to lie down and take a B, when they do just as much work, and prefer to remain silent. So. We have plans to hijack the discussion; artificial participation will get us the grades we want, so we'll fake it. We shall meet to discuss these plans every day during our lunch hours. Classroom domination is ours!
On a different note, I have the intense craving for a Cup-o-Noodles. I have had a passionate longing for this mass of squigglies for weeks. Although the teacher of theory has forbidden weekends, I plan to use mine to buy a dozen Cups-o-Noodles, and I will eat them during my generous lunch hours each day until they run out.
Weekends. What right does anyone have to take my weekend? Apparently, all the right in the world, for as I examine the syllabus, I realize that this is just what she has done. Stripped me of weekends for the remainder of summer. There's a free movie in the campus theater tonight, and I will be reading Bakhtin and Foucault. I'd rather watch the movie, but in light of my reading assignments, I'll take a decent night's sleep over the film.
Also in light of those assignments, I should post this and get on with it already. The guy next door is watching a loud movie with car chases, and the kids in the pool are screaming as though they've lost an appendage. This will be a long night. End.
posted by Rehkmira @ 18:58
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