pearwaldorf | (no subject)

Am much vexated, as I got up at 8:30 to try and get the whole registration mess sorted out, and it has not panned as out as I would have liked it. So, consequently, I am still stuck in the sci-fi class with a rambling professor, a group with a frat boy who can read only ten pages at a time (I am not kidding), and reading journals. Fucking reading journals. This is a 300 level class. I wasn't aware that I would be punted back to remedial high school English. I think what irritates me most about the class is that there's no direction. I appreciate the prof's attempts to create a more open environment for intellectual debate, but there's no direction at all. I would have liked to have something in mind to discuss, rather than the usual stilted observations by kids who obviously need the class for their university studies pop culture cluster credit and the pretentious intellectual wankery of the hardcore hipster sci fi nut (who actually hasn't been as bad as he could be, much to my relief).

And I'm bored. I have an hour before my class and I've already taken about eight consumer surveys, one of which asked me which celebrity I would like to take care of me when I'm old (Denzel Washington being one of the choices, which was like, buh?) and what other three celebrities I would like to make a fantasy golf foursome. I'm just worried now some ad executive is going to be like, "Brilliant! Everybody wants Arnold Schwartzenegger as a golf partner!" and make him do something stupid like teach little Hispanic children from the barrios of East LA to golf.

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