Now, sometimes I think there is just cause; our society gives a bad connotation to the word "complain" which is defined as:
complain: 1) to express grief, pain, or discontent (Merriam-Webster Dictionary)
I, just typically tend to possess an unbalanced amount of discontent for my world, that's all... and... I like soap boxes. (Who with a brain has never figuratively stepped on a soap box before? Come on, don't judge me....)
Well, today I was belittled by my professor. (Sometimes I seriously think it has to do with my ethnicity. I really am the only African-American in a few of my classes, and it can be discouraging.) I complained about a reading amount I was given in another course (he inquired), and he replied with, as an English major, I should get used to reading. I will have to do it a lot.
Hey:
Thank you flippin' Sherlock,
No shit.
I love reading; I don't love not having enough time to complete all the homework of all of my classes (I aim to be a well-prepared student, and by well-prepared, I mean the most prepared [it's a dog-eat-dog world suckas]). This remark he made nicked at my pride for the whole 3-hour class period. (I have quite a bit of pride; and hey, I've earned it.) I've been through this before, in high school, that institutionalized racism overrun place that thought I was stupid because of my demographics. If I didn't practically fall out of my desk raising my hand to answer questions because I preferred not to speak up, the As on my homework and tests were suspicious. WTF. I don't care for cheaters, and I definitely would not cheat on something that took little effort to learn.
This situation has taught me two valuable things: Don't talk in Audio 1 class because I don't earn a participation grade and this is not my major any-flippin'-way; and, STOP COMPLAINING.
Whether or not I tell everyone that I would prefer to commit suicide rather than complete the everlasting storm that is my homework, it still needs to be done, and they can't do anything about it (except, well, of course, do it for me: which most people aren't really into, but if I find a potential candidate who I can entrust will make the As that I strive for....).
Lastly, I would like to say F U slightly witty, professor I-usually-find-pleasantly-amusing-but-you-just-lost-cool-points, Emo-douchey teacher-guy. I will not be belittled by the likes of you. I live in the hood, which really doesn't mean I will do anything, but do take note, I am desensitized, so if anything happens, I am not likely to care.
Take your I'm not-following trends but I wear black-rimmed eye glasses and go drink a fizz-filled purified Pelegrino or something.
Thank you flippin' Sherlock,
No shit.
I love reading; I don't love not having enough time to complete all the homework of all of my classes (I aim to be a well-prepared student, and by well-prepared, I mean the most prepared [it's a dog-eat-dog world suckas]). This remark he made nicked at my pride for the whole 3-hour class period. (I have quite a bit of pride; and hey, I've earned it.) I've been through this before, in high school, that institutionalized racism overrun place that thought I was stupid because of my demographics. If I didn't practically fall out of my desk raising my hand to answer questions because I preferred not to speak up, the As on my homework and tests were suspicious. WTF. I don't care for cheaters, and I definitely would not cheat on something that took little effort to learn.
This situation has taught me two valuable things: Don't talk in Audio 1 class because I don't earn a participation grade and this is not my major any-flippin'-way; and, STOP COMPLAINING.
Whether or not I tell everyone that I would prefer to commit suicide rather than complete the everlasting storm that is my homework, it still needs to be done, and they can't do anything about it (except, well, of course, do it for me: which most people aren't really into, but if I find a potential candidate who I can entrust will make the As that I strive for....).
Lastly, I would like to say F U slightly witty, professor I-usually-find-pleasantly-amusing-but-you-just-lost-cool-points, Emo-douchey teacher-guy. I will not be belittled by the likes of you. I live in the hood, which really doesn't mean I will do anything, but do take note, I am desensitized, so if anything happens, I am not likely to care.
Take your I'm not-following trends but I wear black-rimmed eye glasses and go drink a fizz-filled purified Pelegrino or something.
I, personally like Fiji. (and tap)
That was me sticking it to the man.
It is ironic, however that this blog is a complaint, although, the complaining I am attempting to halt is my (literal) voiced complaints.
That's enough of this.
Goodbye.
That was me sticking it to the man.
It is ironic, however that this blog is a complaint, although, the complaining I am attempting to halt is my (literal) voiced complaints.
That's enough of this.
Goodbye.
