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2003-07-16

Stupid School, Sing Me a Sweet One

My mood is much lighter today. You know what I feel like doing? Singing. Loud. I want to stand in my room, plug in my iPod and sing my heart out. From my diaphragm, deep within me, and I want to gesticulate forcefully with every word. I want to dance. I want to loose myself in the music, throw myself about and expend all of this pent up energy and emotion out of tune.

The sky is dark and dreary, just how I like it. The air smells wet, but I see no moisture yet. Well see.

My classmates think Im a bitch. Last night, I corrected the teacher a few times, and when he wasnt sure of my correction, when he asked me to email him and wed research the conundrum later, I pointed him to the page in our grammar-handbook that spelled out for him, B-A-R-B I-S R-I-G-H-T. He acknowledged it and thanked me for pointing out his errors, but I could sense him bristling just a little. Other classmates cracked a joke later that I rubbed his nose in it. I did no such thing. I suggested the correct grammar, he accepted, and we moved on.

Its not my fault that Im paying more than a thousand dollars to be taught grammar and basic writing communication styles by a half-wit who brags of his Coleman College degree as if it holds the same prestige as the Valedictorian of Harvard. Its not my fault Im surrounded by idiots. Im sure my tale will change abruptly once I get into my upper division classes, once Im actually learning something again. Until then, its bitching and frustration, and correcting my barely-educated instructor. He actually INSTRUCTED us to signpost our essays. If you dont already know, signposting basically means dumbing-down the paper. For example, instead of writing a cohesive essay with an intro & thesis, body with 3 main points, and conclusion, allowing the reader to infer your message through your writing, he told us to write, this paper is about such and such..., In this essay I will discuss this, this and this, In conclusion, blah blah blah.

Stupid. So I actually have to cater to laziness and stupidity in order to get an A in this one. No problem, the only thing it will hurt is my dignity, and Ive never been one to tout my dignity. If anything, I kick it out from under me as the meager price for laughter. Oh, how I come to know myself over time. And still, I surprise myself when something like that finds its way through my fingers while I type for my 10 minutes.

Tomorrow Im getting my hair done. Its been awhile. Im keeping it long, but oh, what to do about color? Ill surprise myself, and decide last minute. Look at me, planning capriciousness. One of these days, Ill let go of my plan and try not to freak out. But theres plenty of time for that. Especially if I plan it just right.

-Barbarella

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Stupid School, Sing Me a Sweet One 2003-07-16 11:13 a.m. My mood is much lighter today. You know what I feel like doing? Singing. Loud. I want to stand in my room, plug in my iPod and sing my heart out. From my diaphragm, deep within me, and I want to gesticulate forcefully with every word. I want to dance. I want to loose myself in the music, throw myself about and expend all of this pent up energy and emotion out of tune.

The sky is dark and dreary, just how I like it. The air smells wet, but I see no moisture yet. Well see.

My classmates think Im a bitch. Last night, I corrected the teacher a few times, and when he wasnt sure of my correction, when he asked me to email him and wed research the conundrum later, I pointed him to the page in our grammar-handbook that spelled out for him, B-A-R-B I-S R-I-G-H-T. He acknowledged it and thanked me for pointing out his errors, but I could sense him bristling just a little. Other classmates cracked a joke later that I rubbed his nose in it. I did no such thing. I suggested the correct grammar, he accepted, and we moved on.

Its not my fault that Im paying more than a thousand dollars to be taught grammar and basic writing communication styles by a half-wit who brags of his Coleman College degree as if it holds the same prestige as the Valedictorian of Harvard. Its not my fault Im surrounded by idiots. Im sure my tale will change abruptly once I get into my upper division classes, once Im actually learning something again. Until then, its bitching and frustration, and correcting my barely-educated instructor. He actually INSTRUCTED us to signpost our essays. If you dont already know, signposting basically means dumbing-down the paper. For example, instead of writing a cohesive essay with an intro & thesis, body with 3 main points, and conclusion, allowing the reader to infer your message through your writing, he told us to write, this paper is about such and such..., In this essay I will discuss this, this and this, In conclusion, blah blah blah.

Stupid. So I actually have to cater to laziness and stupidity in order to get an A in this one. No problem, the only thing it will hurt is my dignity, and Ive never been one to tout my dignity. If anything, I kick it out from under me as the meager price for laughter. Oh, how I come to know myself over time. And still, I surprise myself when something like that finds its way through my fingers while I type for my 10 minutes.

Tomorrow Im getting my hair done. Its been awhile. Im keeping it long, but oh, what to do about color? Ill surprise myself, and decide last minute. Look at me, planning capriciousness. One of these days, Ill let go of my plan and try not to freak out. But theres plenty of time for that. Especially if I plan it just right.