And now, an update
I believe I titled a post very similarly once before, but I just don’t have it in me to come up with anything original today. I’m sort of doing this under cover, as it were, because, you guessed it, I’m in class once again. Sociology. Ugh. It’s a social science requirement, as though the six psychology classes I’ve already taken wouldn’t count as social science. To be perfectly frank, I have absolutely no patience with this subject. It’s preachy, watered-down social psychology, bereft of any teeth but stocked with all the touchy-feely fluff you ever wanted to see. It’s Mallow made a discipline (SMRPG reference). And it’s a hot-bed for political correctness indoctrination, mainly because no real scientist or psychologist (also a scientist, of course) would debase him- or herself to teach such dreck, leaving that task to the dregs who couldn’t cut it in a real profession. It’s fuzzy, nebulous, and an utter and complete waste of my time.
This is doubly so because I’m an English major.
Speaking of which, I have a great many English courses this semester. I think the total comes out to five this time around. Further, I’m in a battle with the English department to get back to me about formally declaring that major, which is a requirement for me to take the fifth of my English courses this semester, English 3100. It’s only available to declared English majors, and it’s a required course. It’s also another complete waste of my time, being an introductory course to a subject in which I have taken numerous 5000-level courses (the highest offered to undergrads). Anyway, I need the permission of the department to enroll in the course, and I’ve been trying for two weeks to get a response. I’ve finally decided to enlist the help of one of my favorite English professors ever, and also one of the most difficult. I had him last semester, and I’m taking his swan song course this semester. I asked him if he could somehow goose the department into honoring my request in a timely manner, and he told me to send him an e-mail so he could forward on my request with his backing.
We’ll see what happens.
I’m still in this class. It seems as though time has slowed to a crawl. My freakin’ God is this class boring. Oddly enough, I’m starting to feel tired, even though I was asleep by midnight yesterday and awoke around 8:45 AM today. I suppose this can be chalked up to the soporific vibes I’m getting at this point. This class goes until 2:50 PM, and yet it feels like we’re going at a snail’s pace. We’re being drilled with a lot of questions to which nobody knows the answers. We’re stepping over our boundaries, too: according to the How Not To Be A Dickwad Prof manual, “The first meeting of any course should consist of a simple role call, a brief explanation of the syllabus, and maybe a few lightweight ice breaker activities/discussions…It should last for a maximum of half an hour, and as a professor you should acknowledge that your students are most certainly not prepared for an engaging discussion on the first day.”
Right. That just went out the window.
Columbus just got brought up for some reason. That reminds me of one of my favorite quotes by one of my favorite professors (the one mentioned earlier): “Intelligent people make interesting mistakes.” That pretty much sums up Columbus in a nutshell, if you think about it. This professor also said, “The fork was pretty damn powerful.” I assure you that, in context, he was making perfect sense.
I’m not really sure why I began this post. I’m not really interested or engaged in it, which pretty much describes my attitude toward my current environment. Here’s to hoping twenty-five minutes from now comes soon.