The end of another semester

I don't know how to feel about this. On the one hand, there were some good things going on this time around. On the other, some very bad, disturbing things happened, things so bad I won't even talk about them on here. And don't try asking me personally either, if I haven't already told you, you don't need to know.

I hate school. I absolutely hate it. It's one big fucking high school clique of abercrombie-wearing dolts. They all seem like stupid liberal pinko communist PETA-loving freaks. And I'm just talking about my roommate. Except for the communist part, that's me. ;)

OK, so I hate the people there, or at least most of them. But I did meet some cool ones, not necessarrily students, but some professors too.

Professor Erdmann is nuts. This guy...he's insane! All his classes are in the morning. The early morning. I had his 8AM Intro to Language Studies class, where he was fully energized from his morning coffee and God knows what else. I suspect a mixture of speed and crack, but that's just me. He makes fun of students' names, bangs his head on walls, slams doors, and a bunch of other stuff. He has a genuine interest in what he's teaching, and takes great pride in what he's doing. You don't find guys like this every day. Plus he has such a distinct sense of humor, it's all very hard to forget. I'm sad to see him go, as he doesn't teach any other classes besides freshman english.

Professor Coates, despite her husky voice and dyke-like short red hair, is actually pretty cool. When she's not talking about her adorable 4 year old daughter, she's teaching the Fundamentals of Electronic Media. In other words, we watch TV and listen to the radio. It was such an interesting class, so that alone is a bummer to see that behind me. But from day one, she let us know that she was one of us. She majored in "punk rock and partying" as an undergrad, and now she watches TV for her job, basically. We felt comfortable talking about smoking weed, or whatever in front of her. It was one of the few classes I wanted to go to every day. She also really liked the essays and papers I wrote for the class. After one she told me I should write a column about the media in a newspaper or something, because I was just that good. Another time she told me I should go into stand-up comedy, because my stuff was so funny. That kind of praise is something I don't hear very often.

Other profs were total asshats. Elitist english teachers that talk down to you, or insist that they know more than everyone because they read a lot. Whatever. I could care less about them.

There's not much else to say about this semester, it's been the same as any other, except it had the obvious abscence of a girlfriend. Oh well, I've made it through those before.

I promise to have another post up before the new year. It might even be kinda funny.
Song of the moment - Ben Folds - Army