What the FUCK is it with my classmates? First, this ASSHOLE tries to cheat during an exam. When the teacher walks out to get our graded papers, he pipes up, full-throated, and asks the class in general for the answer to a question. I mean, at least whisper, motherfucker! So I shush him, and he does it again! I was practically trembling, I wanted so badly to break my desk over face. Everybody else is sitting there trying to concentrate, and this DOUCHETOOL expects the whole world to come to a grinding halt so he can pass his exam while the rest of us SUCKERS do his work for him.
Then, in the ongoing saga of the anthro teacher who has never heard a comment too stupid, pointless, or insincere as to be unworthy of twenty minutes of class time, today we went over kinesics and proxemics at the pace of a comatose slug swimming through molasses, after spending half the fucking class listening to 'Dylan' explain that he's just too busy working for the school paper to study, and then crack jokes with his equally useless pal while other well-meaning classmates tried to give him study tips. THAT'S ODD, I thought I had signed up for LINGUISTIC ANTHROPOLOGY, but it turns out that I have instead been taking a course in REMEDIAL STUDY SKILLS for TOOLS OF A DOUCHE NATURE. While I am perfectly happy to offer free tutoring in the guise of a 'study group' I have to object when somebody complains about not getting the material, and then talks and laughs through the clarifications.
Oh, Japanese and Cinema teachers, with your hard-assed, old-school ways! What can come of creating an atmosphere where those of us with the temerity, the sheer gall to actually do the assigned reading and keep our remarks relevant to the course material go unpunished? True, your students are performing well, but a class of forty students who have all become fluent readers and writers of hiranaga in only a few weeks must surely also be a class of CRUSHED SOULS. Do not be misled, either, by the way the group of students who linger after class to animatedly argue about the films they've seen grows each week! It's all a sign of DESPAIR that rocks them to their cores. While the students in these other classes may not know their ASSES FROM THEIR ELBOWS, let alone any of the assigned topics, at least they feel TRUSTED and NURTURED.
I believe there is a relevant Jesus Lizard song, something like, don't get me wrong he's a nice guy, I like him just fine...
Ok. I'm going to take the machete into the back yard and 'tidy the hedges'. |
