Monday, April 05, 2004

So the crazy guy in my English class decided that he wanted to sit next to me and proceeded to go on about how much he loves the 80s and wants to do the Electric Slide with me. Um, yeah. So then we had just gone over "Sailing to Byzantium" and were about to start "Prufrock" (my favorite poem in the world). At that precise moment, the guy decides to open his big fat mouth and say that there is no point to studying "Sailing to Byzantium"; the poem serves no purpose. OMG, this is an English class; you study poetry! That's the purpose! So the professor was, of course, just rubbing his face thinking, "What have I done with my life?" I feel so bad for him that he has to deal with this guy. He really cringes when he enters the room. So then the professor was asking everyone who was reading Prufrock for the first time what their impressions were. OK, the thing is, Prufrock is not a poem that can be understood when you read it once. It took me 1-2 years of intense study before I could even begin to crack the surface. My professor is a specialist in Modernism, so he had studied this poem many times and wanted to hear a fresh perspective. Of course, none of the new readers had anything to say. So we sat in silence as the professor kept firing questions to the new readers. Finally, I just got fed up with the silence (keep in mind there is only 5 min. left in class) and just started answering all his questions. He was surprised I had so much to say about the first few lines. We ended class without even finishing the first 1/2 of the first stanza. Wednesday we're going to have a lecture on it, so that means no more discussion on Prufrock. Waaa!! Curse the crazy guy and the way he wastes our time. It turns out that he's not a history major. He's majoring in International Relations and minoring in History. Well, either way he's wacko. In other news, I walked into the lounge today and had a funny feeling in my chest. No, it wasn't a heart attack. Apparently a bug decided to make itself at home in my bra. That's right, in my bra. It just started tugging at my shirt and people were looking at me, so I headed over the bathroom, pulled it out, and squished it in victory. I felt so violated; the last thing I need is to be felt up by a bug. In other other news, I registered today, but now I have some doubts. OK, let's have a vote for the 2 classes I'm torn between:

PSYC 3341 Social Psychology w/ Crow


HIST 2323 Russian Culture w/ Orlovsky

Keep in mind that my goal is to make an A with the least amount of work possible. Which of these classes do you think will help me secure that?

On : 4/5/2004 10:43:43 PM persianguy (www) said:

Russian seems easy.