It's quick and dirty bloggin' time!
All right, so, French sucks. French sucks interminable amounts of ass. Interminable amounts of hot, sweaty ass. Can you imagine that? Sucking an interminable amount of interminably hot and sweaty ass? I don't think you can. It's like the fucking Holocaust. You can't really understand it until you've lived it. And I'm living it now, bitches!
What's my problem, you ask? Jesus, it's so fucking boring! I want to gouge my eyes out with the broaches I pulled from my dead wife/mother's fresh corpse! I want to drink absinthe! Gallons and gallons of absinthe just to stop the pain! I want to send the world into a never-ending nuclear winter so I could have an excuse to miss class!
Okay, okay. So it's not that bad.
It's still pretty bad though. And the professor doesn't speak English very well at all, which always complicates matters when the extent of my French knowledge is something along the lines of voulez-vous cucher avec moi?
I mean, I'm acing the class and everything, but I feel my peers' pain every day when I'm in there, because a lot of them just don't get what the hell is going on.
To digress a bit, I have to say that in some respects this makes me happy, while in others it makes me sad. Now, contrary to popular belief, I don't really enjoy human suffering that much. I'm not a misanthrope or anything... really. I'm not. But despite that, it does make me feel better when I can think arrogantly to myself, "I am smater than these guys." At the same time, though, it's somewhat frustrating to feel like I'm right back in high school, mixing with the common element. It sounds elitist and it is, but a small part of the reason I came to GW was to escape the intellectual inferiority of those around me. Smart people make me happy; they allow my mind to grow and they make classes more fun, whereas people who are not as smart tend to make classes move with agonizing slowness and sort of make me want to fall asleep.
This doesn't really make too much difference in French, of course, because the class would be boring whether I wanted it to be or not.
I just sort of wish our professor spoke English--you know, fluently.
And now I'd best be off to that dear class. Earlier than usual, since I have to stop by a computer lab and get a script printed out. Did I mention that I did the same thing yesterday only to not use it since halfway through the class, the professor decided to start teaching a lesson and told us that she would give us a new assignment of a similar sort. What makes it much worse is that she'd forgotten to give it to us by the end of class, and just as we were leaving, I made the dreadful mistake of asking what the assignment would be. Everyone immediately groaned and the professor rifled through her papers, grateful to be reminded.
I don't enjoy the suffering of others, really. I don't. Just myself. Masochism is so fucking underrated. Hasta la byebye, kiddies.
All right, so, French sucks. French sucks interminable amounts of ass. Interminable amounts of hot, sweaty ass. Can you imagine that? Sucking an interminable amount of interminably hot and sweaty ass? I don't think you can. It's like the fucking Holocaust. You can't really understand it until you've lived it. And I'm living it now, bitches!
What's my problem, you ask? Jesus, it's so fucking boring! I want to gouge my eyes out with the broaches I pulled from my dead wife/mother's fresh corpse! I want to drink absinthe! Gallons and gallons of absinthe just to stop the pain! I want to send the world into a never-ending nuclear winter so I could have an excuse to miss class!
Okay, okay. So it's not that bad.
It's still pretty bad though. And the professor doesn't speak English very well at all, which always complicates matters when the extent of my French knowledge is something along the lines of voulez-vous cucher avec moi?
I mean, I'm acing the class and everything, but I feel my peers' pain every day when I'm in there, because a lot of them just don't get what the hell is going on.
To digress a bit, I have to say that in some respects this makes me happy, while in others it makes me sad. Now, contrary to popular belief, I don't really enjoy human suffering that much. I'm not a misanthrope or anything... really. I'm not. But despite that, it does make me feel better when I can think arrogantly to myself, "I am smater than these guys." At the same time, though, it's somewhat frustrating to feel like I'm right back in high school, mixing with the common element. It sounds elitist and it is, but a small part of the reason I came to GW was to escape the intellectual inferiority of those around me. Smart people make me happy; they allow my mind to grow and they make classes more fun, whereas people who are not as smart tend to make classes move with agonizing slowness and sort of make me want to fall asleep.
This doesn't really make too much difference in French, of course, because the class would be boring whether I wanted it to be or not.
I just sort of wish our professor spoke English--you know, fluently.
And now I'd best be off to that dear class. Earlier than usual, since I have to stop by a computer lab and get a script printed out. Did I mention that I did the same thing yesterday only to not use it since halfway through the class, the professor decided to start teaching a lesson and told us that she would give us a new assignment of a similar sort. What makes it much worse is that she'd forgotten to give it to us by the end of class, and just as we were leaving, I made the dreadful mistake of asking what the assignment would be. Everyone immediately groaned and the professor rifled through her papers, grateful to be reminded.
I don't enjoy the suffering of others, really. I don't. Just myself. Masochism is so fucking underrated. Hasta la byebye, kiddies.
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