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Sequence Vogue
Useless Class
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I need to take a moment to complain about what a horrendous bitch my fucking anthropology teacher is.
She’s one of those fucking pain in the ass professors who cares more about whether or not you can write in APA format than whether or not you can fire together two neurons and actually learn something. Every message she writes to the class has a seething and excessively bitchy tone, and for fucks sake she teaches fucking “anthropology of religion” (which I’m ONLY taking because it’s a fucking exit requirement), and she’s somehow under the impression that a class which makes us read about Mayan ritualistic enemas is actually important!
I just read the notes from the last essay I turned in (oh, and when I say “essay”, I mean we summarize 9 super boring case studies in under three pages. HOW THE FUCK DO YOU SUMMARIZE NINE ARTICLES IN UNDER 3 PAGES?!?!?) EVERY critisizm she had was over a formatting error. What? I didn’t include an annotated bibliograpgy? MAYBE THAT’S BECAUSE THESE ARE FROM THE FUCKING TEXTBOOK YOU ASSIGNED, AND I DIDN’T HAVE TO DO ANY FUCKING RESEARCH!
Anyways, I hate this woman, that is all.
O my god. You are college students. It is a sign in sheet. Why does it take you twenty friggin minutes to find your name, sign your initials, and pass it to the next person? Please hurry your slow asses up because I need to sign it And ditch this shit.
That moment when you don't even need to take gym and you find yourself stuck in it.
This class is what makes me hate my life... student development
When one of my grad school professors tells me that my resume shouldn't have spelling errors
First I'm like:
Then as they harp on this for half an hour I'm like:
Jesus Christ, I did get into grad school after all, dipshit.
THIS IS LITERALLY A CLASS ON WORD AND POWERPOINT
I AM GOING TO KILL MYSELF
I don't like writing reflections on my essays because I didn't learn anything from them. Was there supposed to be some moment of clarity during the writing process where my life suddenly held new meaning? Am I a better person because I wrote a summary of a summation of our generation? Just let me write the freaking bullshit paper and be done with it.