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06/07/2005: "I object"
Song of the Day: Anastacia - Sick and Tired
My Monday/Wednesday night class continues to improve as more people skip. This is because there are 120 students in the class, and exactly 120 chairs. I've never been in a class where I couldn't spread my stuff out into one of the seats next to me. When both people who sit next to me are in class, I feel like I can't even move my elbows without bumping into someone.
Regardless of how many people are present, the class is absolutely draining. I swear the professor must have ADHD or something. He speaks so fast I can barely keep up with him, and he flies all over the room and then suddenly shouts, "OBJECTION!" while rapidly pounding his fist on the podium. After two hours and ten minutes of this, I'm ready to run out of there as fast as I can.
He's also been assigning 100+ pages out of the textbook for every class, which makes me want to strangle him. However, I suppose it's actually pretty reasonable since the summer schedule is squashed into half the amount of time that the regular semesters are, making each class meeting worth one full week of class.
I could really use a martini and a backrub. Where are the cabana boys when you really need one?