untitled

Winter quarter is over. Rory and I are in Japan for spring break.

Winter quarter is always my worst quarter.

This was the essay topic on my English 179 final:
—How have ideas that derive from British imperialism and its literature influenced American writers' ideas about existentialism and the nature of psychology? Write a well-developed essay comparing two of the final four works read in class.

Imperialism. Literature. Existentialism. Psychology. Comparing works.

Huh?

I wanted to cry.

The only reason I took the class was so I could read Thomas Pynchon's V for school credit. Before I could, however, I had to endure eight weeks of "representations of imperialism in Africa in the culture of the British Empire and the U.S. Cold War" with a doctoral graduate student who gave empty lectures and graded hard.

I wrote my professor a note in my blue book before turning it in:
—This class totally ruined my grad school opportunities. I'm so fucked.
:D

The last time I annotated a final (winter quarter 2002, German Film History) I got a C+ in the class.

I don't think I'm going to be as lucky this time around.

Chris:
—did bill oreilly just say
—retarded people dont punch babies in the face
—what is that supposed to mean

Adam:
—new cuffed jean? how many different times are they going to sell chicks on capri pants
—fuckin idiots buy into it every time too

Colin:
I'm looking for a song, sung by kermit regarding children. I'm a funeral director and have to bury three small children and thought it would be appropriate.
—what kind of bad funeral director needs to ask a Muppet website what song goes well with dead children?

My mother bought Truth or Dare Jenga.

Comments are closed.