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I am very tired, right now. It's a strange mix of real exhaustion, meeting a mental fatigue that has been growing since my Religion class, yesterday.
I have so many frustrations with my classes, right now. More than half of my professors do not know what they are doing. The other ones are very good at their jobs, at the risk of being hardasses. The combination is, in turns, rewarding and depressing.
My main problem is Religion. I will take action if this trend continues. I don't care how badly I need the credit.
My Art History teacher is teaching all the wrong things. She doesn't seem sure if she's teaching an art class, a writing class, or a history class, and in that she loses more than two-thirds of the class, including people like me, who have studied art for years.
My Statistics teacher.... eh. I'm getting by, despite him.
My Lit teacher is a hardass. I just finished a large paper for her, and I'm probably not going to get too awesome a grade on it.
My Psych class is my one and only savior. I love my Psych class. It makes sense.
I really miss things making sense.
For the record, I've seen one episode of the new season of Supernatural. My internet is not streaming-friendly.
Thank you God, it is the weekend. I'm going to bed, now.
I have so many frustrations with my classes, right now. More than half of my professors do not know what they are doing. The other ones are very good at their jobs, at the risk of being hardasses. The combination is, in turns, rewarding and depressing.
My main problem is Religion. I will take action if this trend continues. I don't care how badly I need the credit.
My Art History teacher is teaching all the wrong things. She doesn't seem sure if she's teaching an art class, a writing class, or a history class, and in that she loses more than two-thirds of the class, including people like me, who have studied art for years.
My Statistics teacher.... eh. I'm getting by, despite him.
My Lit teacher is a hardass. I just finished a large paper for her, and I'm probably not going to get too awesome a grade on it.
My Psych class is my one and only savior. I love my Psych class. It makes sense.
I really miss things making sense.
For the record, I've seen one episode of the new season of Supernatural. My internet is not streaming-friendly.
Thank you God, it is the weekend. I'm going to bed, now.
