September 13th, 2006

bitch plz

Hump Day Blues

Oh my God. Today is such a Wednesday. Everything about today has been either mediocre, mundane, or just completely agonizing. I need LOST to come back and restore a sense of meaning and purpose in my Wednesdays.

Seriously. I woke up this morning, and it was nothing special. I made a middle-of-the-road attempt to look civilized and walked out the door while seriously considering skipping class and just holing myself up in a coffee shop somewhere.

I did the right thing, which is always the boring thing. This morning's lecture couldn't have been any more tedious and useless, and I'll be posting the comic I drew to prove it. I now remember exactly why I never went to Tech II lectures. They're completely redundant, it's all common sense, and I honestly have better things to do with my time.

My manager at work still hasn't fully grasped the concept that I'm in school yet, however, and scheduled me right over my class tonight. So I got out of it. I told a little lie, stole a little gold, broke a little vow, made use of my theater training and voice manipulation skills, and went to Costco to get a memory card for teh new camera.

I then went to class, and I don't know what it is about today, but both of my professors have been horribly self-serving and off-course today. I kind of want to scream about it. Also, given that it is 2006, I can't really get my brain around the fact that two of my professors have used slide projectors today. I seriously cannot pay attention when those things are on. It's an instant snore-machine.

More on this later.

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Seriously. I should have just walked out tonight. At least this morning when Lance went on his, "Oh, let's take an hour and look at the wonderful things I have done, though they will not further your education in any way, shape, or form. Nevertheless, feel free to shower me with praise at your liesure!" tangent, he was still in the damn ballpark. The second half of his class served no educational purpose whatsoever, but he was on topic. He had planned to do this in his syllabus, for good or ill. He was probably hoping to communicate some form of information to us, but I've come to the conclusion that discerning relevant information isn't really his strong suit.

My Visual Journalism professor, on the other hand... *RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!* This class was a joke. On Monday he told us all to bring our cameras and Photocourse texts today because we were supposed to start a project that is due next week. So Faith and I hauled ass to Costco in order to get my camera working, I make a quick ditch into the bookstore to buy the texts right before class, ran to get there in time, and then we spend the entire class looking through slides of his favorite photographers. He brought in, I shit you not, a list of upwards of 40 names. Three pages, front and back, of what was clearly labelled as the "History of Photography Final Exam Study Guide," a class he used to teach. I'm sorry, but I'm not paying for that class. I'm sure every name on this list belongs to a talented individual, but I don't care. Nothing you can say is going to make me care, and reading off dozens of names I don't recognize, have no investment in whatsoever, and cannot begin to distinguish from one another IS NOT GOING TO MAKE ME HAPPY. This is not what I'm paying for. So, professor, do not usurp your power in this class and try to make it something else. Giddy squeeing over ancient photographs is not what I signed on for, and it certainly wasn't in the course details. It's definitely not on the syllabus, and it practically defines irrelevant. He just wasted an entire class period of my time and money. Pardon me for wanting my professors to do their damn jobs. I'm sure he's a very sweet gentleman, but I am extremely upset with his disrespect and negligence.

My complaint has been made. I feel a bit better now. I'll feel better after Project Runway. Right now, I think I need to stomp around a bit.

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