The Frank Funny Farm

i took my french final yesterday; all done, yay!! so i just have classes left at this point really. there are probably a few tweaks to be done to the portfolio, and i have to take the graduate exam thingy in a couple of weeks, but since i can't really conceive of any way to study for it, it's nothing to worry about ahead of time. that means i just have my classes and the papers and presentations and stuff within them to worry about. it's kind of weird, because as work goes from here on out, this semester will be pretty light compared to the inundations i've had in the past. i think i might have a minute to breathe every now and then. that, or the 'i really don't care any more' zen has completely kicked in. i guess i'll know for sure when i finally force myself to start that blasted literacy paper that's due on the 31st. it's so frustrating how much that class SUCKS in every possible way. i can't wait until we get to the review at the end; i think i'm gonna need to take mine home to have enough time to get it all in. and aside from the facts that the class is nothing like the description given at registration, 97% of the reading says basically the same thing, falling into categories of "assinine," "duh," or "elitist white bastards" and that none of it seems to have any sort of point,  the professor clearly should've taught some more undergrad classes before jumping into a graduate class, or at least taken a very basic public speaking seminar or something. she's my age, or maybe younger, just finished her doctorate this summer; none of that would i hold against her. i DO hold against her the gum smacking, the constant "like, um, um, um... you know what i mean?" NO we do not know what you mean because you talk in circles and say nothing, occasionally interspersed with charming anecdotes about celebrity gossip or how swell junior high was, which you clearly remember because it was probably about 3 years ago. if she were thin and blonde i would be forced to refer to her as professor barbie. add to that the fact that the class is at least half-populated by idiots, some of whom don't speak with proper grammar and one of whom says "like" about every third word and you get the few of us who want to kill ourselves every tuesday night and have to struggle to talk ourselves into showing up in the first damn place. UG.

i try to console myself with the fact that the reading list for the children's lit class is so much fun it's stupid and that the other two people in the class with me, are in fact, intelligent women. the actual class time itself is unfortunately painful, because the professor likes to talk. a lot. a LOT. we have to interupt, often futilely, to get a syllable in edgewise. she's also one of those people who gets so excited when she's talking about this stuff (which she's excited about and really into, hence the talk-at-thons) that she loses CONTROL of the voLUME of heR VOICE, which is especially ear-tiring because there are only four of us, so we're usually pretty close together. and i've found that i just stop listening to her, which proves tricky on those rare moments she asks what we think, though not that tricky, since one of us only has to say a phrase or two for her to take off on that point. but, again, the reading list makes it kind of like cheating, and i need some sort of happy feeling about school, so i'm super-gluing a mental smile on my brain about that one. but seriously, i'm just ready for it to be done already. i have the senior-itis, as the kids say. i'm really eager to get on to um, unemployment and student loan repayment. yeah!

k. i suppose since the little one is napping i should read a book or something. for my stupid literacy writing & identity class. i have hopes for this one though, it actually looks interesting. fingers crossed. oh, and HAPPY BASKETBALL TIME!!

Tags: no more french woohoo!, professor barbie and the idiot brigade, senior-itis is itchy, stupid waste-of-time class