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One of the gems from Psychoanalysis today. Dr Roy was asking the class what Napoleon said (Answer: "Politics is Destiny") and some guy said "THE CLITORIS ACTS LIKE THE PENIS" which made everyone just freeze for a while, because no matter how open we younglings are, works like "CLITORIS" and "PENIS" still elict childish giggles from us all.
Seriously, I do not understand a single thing that is going on in class. Or rather, I don't understand what Dr Roy says or what the readings say half the time. I understand Wikipedia perfectly (thank god for Wikipedia) because after I read it I can go, "Oh so that's what it's all about" and feel pleased with myself. This is horrendous. Things are made difficult and scientific for no other reason than to be difficult and scientific. What actually are rather simple concepts (THIS IS GRAMMATICALLY INCORRECT!) have reams and reams of prose just talking about the same thing over and over again that it feels like my blog talking about the horrors of school over and over again. Sigh. Actually, the appropriate visual image of me in class would be that of this faceless creature whose head lolls about with a little trickle of drool dripping from the side of her mouth. Occasionally she'd gurgle and make inappropriate signs of life. Or even better, I feel like an INKling.
I'm trying very hard not to skip any classes, but going to school is becoming a chore. Just the act of going there and listening to my professors speak leave me tired beyond compare. I don't have the energy to study back home. I need to break out the coffee cans. Nescafe come to meeeeeee.
Okay. Need to get back to reading. I've whined enough for today. Grumpy.
I like Nurarihyon no Mago. Fin.
Seriously, I do not understand a single thing that is going on in class. Or rather, I don't understand what Dr Roy says or what the readings say half the time. I understand Wikipedia perfectly (thank god for Wikipedia) because after I read it I can go, "Oh so that's what it's all about" and feel pleased with myself. This is horrendous. Things are made difficult and scientific for no other reason than to be difficult and scientific. What actually are rather simple concepts (THIS IS GRAMMATICALLY INCORRECT!) have reams and reams of prose just talking about the same thing over and over again that it feels like my blog talking about the horrors of school over and over again. Sigh. Actually, the appropriate visual image of me in class would be that of this faceless creature whose head lolls about with a little trickle of drool dripping from the side of her mouth. Occasionally she'd gurgle and make inappropriate signs of life. Or even better, I feel like an INKling.
I'm trying very hard not to skip any classes, but going to school is becoming a chore. Just the act of going there and listening to my professors speak leave me tired beyond compare. I don't have the energy to study back home. I need to break out the coffee cans. Nescafe come to meeeeeee.
Okay. Need to get back to reading. I've whined enough for today. Grumpy.
I like Nurarihyon no Mago. Fin.
