Things of Note from School Last Night
I'm taking a psych class right now, Individual Personality, or something to that effect. The teacher is a grade school counselor. I can't stand her. I can see that we're all set to do touchy feely exercises like talking about our day and telling the others about ourselves.
These are things I hate to do with strangers. Mainly because I know nobody really cares how my day went or what my favorite whatever is. I know I sure as don't care how their days went. I'm not unfeeling and I don't wish any harm to these people. But ultimately, I just want them to leave me alone. I have friends and a kick-ass fiance and family I can talk to if I want attention or solas.
Now to the meat of the post. Here are a few points of interest from last night's inaugural class.
-Class was 3 hours long. We adressed aproximately 7 minute's worth of content from the book or anything truly relevant to the development of the individual personality (the goal of the class).
-The teacher asked our permission to grade our quizzes. She also asked if the quizzes were fair. We spent a lot of time discussing this, it was like a committee. News flash, sweetheart, THIS IS YOUR CLASS!! It's not a group therapy session for passive agressors. It's your class. If you want to give and grade quizzes, then by all means, fucking give 'em and grade 'em.
-People talked way too much about their feelings in a big group of strangers. I'm sorry your relationship with your mom wasn't a good one, but could you stop monopolizing the class's time?
-We had to pick an analyst to write about for next week. The teacher didn't want us to write papers about the same person. When it was my turn to pick, I said, "I'll do Freud." To which the teacher replied, "Oh, you want to do Freud, huh?" Cute. Not only is that already lame, you're a fucking teacher, act like one. So I replied with a disdainful tone, "Yeah, we're gonna' do a ton of blow and get it on...." I shook my head in disgust. Everybody laughed and she just moved on, embarassed.
-I think I insulted the vegetarian in my new learning team when I told them about the group project I did in another class about killing puppies.
-I decided I won't be analyzed, poked or prodded during this class. Everything will be a joke, just like the teacher. If I wanted these poeple to get to know me, I wouldn't do it in my lower division mental masturbation class.
That's all for now. I'm almost certain there will be related posts in the next 4 weeks. I'm already ready for this class to end.
Rev. Joshua
These are things I hate to do with strangers. Mainly because I know nobody really cares how my day went or what my favorite whatever is. I know I sure as don't care how their days went. I'm not unfeeling and I don't wish any harm to these people. But ultimately, I just want them to leave me alone. I have friends and a kick-ass fiance and family I can talk to if I want attention or solas.
Now to the meat of the post. Here are a few points of interest from last night's inaugural class.
-Class was 3 hours long. We adressed aproximately 7 minute's worth of content from the book or anything truly relevant to the development of the individual personality (the goal of the class).
-The teacher asked our permission to grade our quizzes. She also asked if the quizzes were fair. We spent a lot of time discussing this, it was like a committee. News flash, sweetheart, THIS IS YOUR CLASS!! It's not a group therapy session for passive agressors. It's your class. If you want to give and grade quizzes, then by all means, fucking give 'em and grade 'em.
-People talked way too much about their feelings in a big group of strangers. I'm sorry your relationship with your mom wasn't a good one, but could you stop monopolizing the class's time?
-We had to pick an analyst to write about for next week. The teacher didn't want us to write papers about the same person. When it was my turn to pick, I said, "I'll do Freud." To which the teacher replied, "Oh, you want to do Freud, huh?" Cute. Not only is that already lame, you're a fucking teacher, act like one. So I replied with a disdainful tone, "Yeah, we're gonna' do a ton of blow and get it on...." I shook my head in disgust. Everybody laughed and she just moved on, embarassed.
-I think I insulted the vegetarian in my new learning team when I told them about the group project I did in another class about killing puppies.
-I decided I won't be analyzed, poked or prodded during this class. Everything will be a joke, just like the teacher. If I wanted these poeple to get to know me, I wouldn't do it in my lower division mental masturbation class.
That's all for now. I'm almost certain there will be related posts in the next 4 weeks. I'm already ready for this class to end.
Rev. Joshua
posted by Ueberyak at 7:17 AM
3 Comments:
school is great. i want in on that class!
Given the opportunity, I'm going to make this woman cry for her mamma. Apparently she's been known to say things like, "Are you trying to hurt me?" when people disagree with her. When that blood hits the water, I'm going in for the proverbial kill.
I kind of wish you were in this class, too. Between us, the barrage of insults would be more than she could bare.
Man, I thought I was bad ass when I told everyone my three heros in life were Captain Kirk, Bugs Bunny and Hitler. Of course I did whip they ass on the cross examination with some Joseph Campbell, archetype bullshit. You should really try to hurt her. Like maybe even physically.
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