School: A big chump factory, or what? Discuss, making specific references to the reading and citing at least three examples from popular culture that tie directly into your argument. Should be no more than 4000 words, excluding title page, your name, and the first three pages of your essay. Papers should be written in that font that makes it look like a kidnapping note, you know with the cut out letters? I really like that font. Late papers will be docked 2% per day, 25% if the day is also a prime number.
I don’t know.
Lectures are ok, usually. I am not opposed to learning. I’d call my self pro-learning in fact. A good professor uses his or her hour and change to tell a story, to engage us, to try to give us a new, a different, a maybe unexpected way of thinking about the world. Shift your friggin paradigms. Ask better questions. Why and how, not just what and when. Ok cool the Magna Carta was signed in 1215, 95 Theses in 1517, a civil war in 1861 but so what so what so what? Most professors are good that way I think. But some aren’t. Some use powerpoint because they need a crutch, couldn’t tell a good story even if they found themselves backed against a wall faced with an angry mob that just needed a gentle bedtime story and a glass of warm milk.
And then it just becomes a laundry list, fact by fact, fact by fact, memorize maps and stupid kings, and pottery that went by in one slide and then you complain to us when you hand back the exams. I thought I made this one easy for you guys. Some professors are just dicks. There’s this blog, Rate My Student, written by a uni prof; I only glanced at it because I could not stomach the self righteous stupid posturing for very long. Students are stupid and they are useless and I hate my job I hate my job I hate my job. Sometimes some students try to cheat I guess, and now this guy is the colour of Chinese jewellery, all jaded and snarky and boy these kids sure are stupid if they think they can pull one by the free world’s last defender of academic integrity. I’m sure other teachers love to read that kind of stuff, makes them feel tuff enuff, recharges their moral superiority for another week of grading papers, all of which are just awful awful hack jobs, by the way, made of mangled English and poorly cited references. What do they teach those little punks in high school anyway? Advanced Quoting of Wikipedia before lunch, and then Intro to the Extended Paraphrase, am I right?
I don’t know. I’m just disheartened at the idea of teachers talking about us in their staff rooms over weak coffee, comparing notes, topping each other with bad excuses they’ve heard - hey did I tell you about that one dumb kid who actually tried formally challenging a grade he got? Man it’s like they never learn.
Whatever. Some teachers don’t love their jobs as much as they should. I’ll deal. It’s not like I put any effort in for them. I’m probably their prototypical zombie student, star player in too many of their student complaints.
School school school. Still have to deal with another month of these funny games.
Aw man that was a total film reference right there. Don’t study film. Watching movies to get a degree sounds easy street but it does bad things to you. You lose perspective. Who knows what’s up or down. I mean, I can appreciate black and white movies now, which is nice, but you still have to share a theatre with a group of people who probably fantasize about fellating Ingmar Bergman. To study film you have suspend your disbelief, you have to convince yourself that movies are serious business, that four years of this stuff is worth the future debt. You have to deal with jerks who get worked up if you can’t sit through Bella Lugosi without giggling – look I’m sorry if film norms from seventy years ago look high camp today - dudes who watch films from
I don't know.
I don't need first year psych to know that I am all sorts of passive aggressive towards school. It manifests itself all over the place. Just so much lethargy. Just so much blah blah blah. Who knows the last time I emailed a TA. Who knows the last time I disputed a mark, asked for an extension, talked to a teacher after class. Late assignments, no assignments at all, maybe I should check my email soon, maybe I should actually go to school today, maybe I should start that essay, save the whales and make a cup of tea while I'm at it. I don’t know. Blah blah blah. Hit the snooze button four or five times. Man just make it six.
This one makes me feel like everything is going to be ok one day.
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