Yesterday I had my midterm-grade-committee meeting for my BFA show. My committee, which consists of Dr. Shoaff, Aaron Fine, and Jim Jereb, gave me a ‘B’ for midterm. They really liked my paper and how I’ve developed it, but noted that my work was lacking. That’s fair. I was expecting a ‘C’. This will only make me work harder, now, and I already know how I’m going to change this around. I’m going to get an A.
Last night, I had nightmare after nightmare and I couldn’t wake myself up from them, no matter how hard I tried. When I woke up this morning, I made myself a rice omelet for breakfast (mainly because we watched Tampopo last night) which made me late for class. It was 11:25 when I left for my 11:30 class, and as I got on my bike, I slipped, bruising up my cooter. If what I felt, is what guys feel whenever they get kicked in the nuts, then shit! I am SORRY for ever kicking anyone in the nads. My mons is pretty bruised and it hurt so much initially that I even teared up. I couldn’t decide whether or not I should slink back home and lay down or be really late for class, slowly and excruciatingly riding my bike. Well, I went to class only to discuss my most hated poet, Pablo Neruda, and his poetry that we read for homework. I hate Pablo Neruda. To make matters worse, I got back my midterm and I got a SEVENTY-ONE on it. WTF. I didn’t miss a lot of questions on the ID or Multiple choice, but she knocked off so much on my short essays. On the actual instructions on the test itself, as well as her oral instructions, she said to answer her prompts in 2 paragraphs or less, as thoroughly as possible. How the heck am I supposed to answer in two or less paragraphs??? Well, I did, and then when she turned back our papers, she told the class that we should have written more. I hate this class. No one reads for class, no one cares about what we’re reading or the class in itself, and that attitude has finally rubbed off on me. World Literature: Politics of Food is a waste of time, and I wish that I had taken something else.
Now, tired from terrible sleep, with my nether-regions bruised, and my academic success hanging in the balance, I have a quiz in German just an hour away. I can’t wait for this weekend to begin.
