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.