Seven weeks of hell

I didn't think my last semester of college would be that difficult. I only have four classes and they are pretty easy for the most part. They require mostly writing, which is what I do. How could it be any more difficult, right?

One of my more difficult classes is Philosophy of Religion. I can bull shit the hell out of my papers to the point where I pass just fine. For the most part I understand all of the assigned reading. I look up some archaic word every now and then. The only problem I have is with people in class, philosophy majors saying these insane things that I just can't place with the reading. Mmm, yes, the works of Saint Augustine, lovely. Confessions... yes his life journey. Wait — why are we now talking about evolution? Whatever. I get through it really. I'm just quiet in class, which is unusual. I can deal with that class. I'll do fine enough to get a decent grade, I'm absolutely sure of it. I'll probably get a B or a B+.

But the class that I hate — the one that makes me want to rip my hair out and slam my head on the pavement — is my capstone class. It's the class that all seniors have to take to round out their majors. It's grouped by school basically. I'm a journalism major in the School of Communications, but my capstone class is Issues in Communication and I take it with other COM majors (photography, film and video, health communications, general communications, advertising and PR, etc.).

The problem is that my professor has decided to make the entire class about space and place. It should really be called The Philosophy of Space and Place. Instead of talking about issues in the communications industry (which is what the class is supposed to be), we talk about what makes a space a place. Or why a space is simply a space and not a place. Or how people are affected by a space and/or place. And the whole thing is bull shit. I mean absolutely terrible!

I hope to find out how much work I have to actually do to pass the class and do only that work. Because this professor is wasting my time with his stupid space and place lectures and readings and papers.

We had to write a 10-page bibliography on the research that we are using for our final paper. Now we have to write a 10-page proposal on what our final paper is going to be. That means that we are writing 20 pages of preparation to write a 20-page paper!!! How ludicrous is that!?!

Well, anyway, I suppose I should read or do some homework or something.

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Finished

All I want is out of here.
To leave this place and float away.
Moving on to plaster dreams,
Hopeful landmarks and four-lane streets.
Some hills and trees I've never seen,
A new life with a new meaning.
To meet a love I've missed so long,
And call this strange place my new home.
Closer still, the days they pass,
Until I leave and don't look back.

-by LeslieAnn