I’d like to thank all of you for your wonderful comments! What an overwhelming response, heh. Although I really couldn’t have done ANY of this (or even discovered txp) without the help of my friend Sumaiya, so thank you :) MARGIN BOTTOM FOREVER!!!!! (insider…hahaha)
I went to my counselor this morning and found out that I had to take yet another dang english class. You think as smart educators they’d figure it out that us art peeps don’t really care for the english language, let alone researching anything in that language (specially those evil papers), we just draw stuff. But nah, they keep piling on the classes. It’s like “oh okay Jess, you need an intro to web design, visual communication…oh and the history of dolphins.”
My current “Ways of
Knowing Dying: The concepts of culture” class is quite the LOL part of my life. I get to sit for 3 hours and watch people make conversation about absolutely nothing.
Fly over to Japan and sit in a lecture room where they’re talking in Japanese. You really don’t know what the hell is going on, yea? That’s how I feel. Every. Day. In that class. Maybe in fact they are speaking in Japanese and I’m processing some kind of psychological illness…
Anyway, I’m all up for a good debate. Who would win in a fist fight: Lindsay or Hilary? Who’s hotter? MATT OR BRAD?? Yea I could put up a good argument. I could actually find something to argue about right now, but in that class, I find it somewhat impossible to give proper responses, and receive normal ones. DAMN they take the most confusing stuff and make it even more confusing.
The first problem is that I never know what the hell anyone is talking about. And I am not alone. Alex is in the back drooling in his sleep, Christina is over there blogging about nature or whatnot from her little iphone and Josh was feeling lucky just to get to class cause he got locked in a bathroom for 3 hours just a few days ago.
They should rename that class to Ways of not knowing anything: Concepts of sleep, drool, and lots of Advil.
SO obviously, not knowing what the heck anyone is talking about, it’s kinda hard to come up with stuff to say. Last time I remember they had an argument about Walmart. Yea. They had a freakin trivial word fest all about Walmart. I was like what the hell is going on!??!?!!?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The world has bigger issues than Walmart right about now.
The fact that the class takes peoples weird experiences and tries to turn them into something worth speaking about – strangely relating to the class when it really doesn’t, well, it just makes me want to drop out and work as a school mascot. I’m all for interesting chat but I’m not one to over analyze something. I take things for how they are, and that’s pretty much it. See the sun? I’m not going to ask why it’s orange. I also won’t ask why t-shirts are worn why they are worn or what happens in society, cause I don’t have time to care. I have paper to pay for and cds to burn. It’s a tough life.
Well, I’ll be taking yet another fascinating english class in the spring. So My summer break won’t technically start until June 26th.