When The End Is In Sight

There really is nothing like the end of a semester. It is especially sweet when it is the end of your first year of college. I am sure that I had it much easier at a community college than those who chose to go to a university, but you will be sorry when you are much more in debt than me!! After tomorrow night when I turn in my last art paper I will be free until the first if the month. That is when my summer math class starts (groan). Math is probably one of the few things that can make me shake with rage and frustration. I don't like to be wrong, and I don't like to not know why I am wrong.

This reminds me: I wanted to punch my Composition teacher in the throat today. Why? Because she is a short, snide, macabre, sorry excuse for an instructor. Not only did we reading severely depressing stories for the first three weeks of class, but she would be so HAPPY about what went on in the stories! Stories about death, loneliness, isolation, and everything else that comes from beyond the dark side of the moon, she would find so enjoyable. Not that I can't appreciate good literature. But these stories were not even well written! Poorly synthesized and just all around weak; trying too hard to be extreme and edgy.

But, that was not really what made me want to assault her. We were supposed to have a rough draft to do a workshop with last week, and I did! But, and I don't know if this is really just my ignorance, apparently she was expecting a finished paper in draft form. I thought we were supposed to have a start on our paper, not a finished piece. And for that, I am receiving half credit on that portion of rubric. I explained my understanding of what she wanted, and that she never specified the length of the draft. All my life I have thought of a rough draft as being nothing more than a rough start to the paper. Maybe it was just me.

Either way, violent thoughts were racing through my head and I could feel my legs starting to twitch, so I said "Cool!" and left with a smile smeared across my face.

SO GLAD I NEVER HAVE TO TAKE AN ENGLISH CLASS AT SPC AGAIN.