It's been a fucker of a week and words cannot describe how glad I am it's Friday.
Pretty sure I failed a physics test on wedenesday, but mmefrankenstein
feels like she did too, not to mention the rest of the class.
I got a C+ on my Shakespeare essay, which I actually worked really hard on. My roommate got the same grade, which we find sort of suspicious.
One day I'll make a post detailing the SHEER LUNACY that is my Shakespeare class. Honestly, I sometimes find myself looking around for the cameras. I don't think I've ever met a professor who likes to hear himself talk this much. The TA is exceedingly patronizing, and they both treat the students like we're idiots.
I have this feeling that they're grading all of the papers badly on purpose, so they can leave EXTREMELY HELPFUL COMMENTS all over the margins and wax poetic at us. The professor and the TA want to show us how by carefully following their bizarre rules and confusing prompts (seriously, the paper assignment was one fucking page long
. Single-spaced), we can gradually write better papers, and maybe one day hope to be as magnificent as they are.
So this week hasn't been great for my GPA. But it's been alright for my sanity. My grades might be bad this semester, but I honestly don't give a shit. I haven't not given a shit in a long time.
It feels great.