Upon awakening this morning, not ten minutes ago, and during the process of my morning pee pee, I devised a new series for this journal
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yeah, i had the class you speak of...with the irrational professor you describe so well.
the guy would talk on and on about nothing and then expect you to do well on his tests that had little to do with the expensive book we were forced to buy.
"liberal arts education," my ass.ubermausJune 3 2005, 19:19:40 UTC
I like this game.
I have fond memories of the 8:00 AM music appreciation class I took (with "Eduardo Dolorosa"), in which I learned all about the sonata-allegro format, and about how the key of D Minor might actually be demonic. I probably learned something else in there, but that's all I remember for sure.
Or the astronomy class I took, in which the professor (whose name I don't recall) assumed that we were a) dedicated enough to go out and look at the moon at the same time every night for half the semester, and b) so terrified by math that the mere mention of an equation--nay, even simple arithmetic--would reduce us to quivering lumps of goo.
Or my Old Testament course, in which we learned that it was OK for God to command the Israelites to commit genocide, because archaeological evidence has suggested that the inhabitants of Canaan were probably not very nice people.
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the guy would talk on and on about nothing and then expect you to do well on his tests that had little to do with the expensive book we were forced to buy.
what a perfect picture!
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I have fond memories of the 8:00 AM music appreciation class I took (with "Eduardo Dolorosa"), in which I learned all about the sonata-allegro format, and about how the key of D Minor might actually be demonic. I probably learned something else in there, but that's all I remember for sure.
Or the astronomy class I took, in which the professor (whose name I don't recall) assumed that we were a) dedicated enough to go out and look at the moon at the same time every night for half the semester, and b) so terrified by math that the mere mention of an equation--nay, even simple arithmetic--would reduce us to quivering lumps of goo.
Or my Old Testament course, in which we learned that it was OK for God to command the Israelites to commit genocide, because archaeological evidence has suggested that the inhabitants of Canaan were probably not very nice people.
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the classes I hated the most were the classes I seemed to do the best in.
Go fuckin' figure.
"Sneakin' up from behind, I got a one track mind...we got a skin on skin thing baby."
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