Revertation To Oblivion
It's 9:37 and I'm sitting here procrastinating again. I have a few chapters to read for Comm 101 and a couple to read for Comm 211. But the chances of me actually doing those are slim to none. After making several resolutions to focus and study harder, I'm slowly reverting to my bad ways I picked up second semester last year. I find it disarraying when I look forward to toking from my new bong (aptly naming it "Captain Jack Sparrow" due to all the skulls on it) at nights instead of homework.
My Filipino teacher took a very daring stance on how our class should be run. "It's not just a language," she proclaimed, "it's about the culture as well."
So she's using two out of the four weekly classes as "research time", where Monday and Wednesday classes are cancelled in order for me and Christen, the only other student, to do research on topics of her choice to aid an upcoming Filipino symposium or somesuch nonsense. Daring is a very fitting term, because the students of Asianlan 212 are renowned for not showing up to class, not doing homework, and hardly keeping up on the Filipino language. I personally can't string together complex sentences even though I've gone through a year and a half of Filipino. She's basically tempting us with less class and more outside work, and I really really hope I'll be able to pull it off.
My previous experiences with Comm (102 and 111) have psychologically fed my lazy mind and body with bad habits. In 102 I never kept up on the readings, crashed a week before the final, and got a 'B' in the class. That's definitely passable for me. Comm 111 is the biggest joke of a class this university has; how can a class on "how to use the internet" not be? Because I was able to take it easy on these classes last sem, a lazy surge always hits me whenever I want to read for class this semester. I always have a slight fear that I may have a quiz in lecture or section the next day, but apathy usually takes care of that.
I've got a lot of catching up to do.
I still find it amazing that I can write at this level while at the same time, completely ignoring all other academia. But that's really all I want to do: write. I couldn't care less about Filipino and the language requirement, and I hold the upmost odium for the poetry my creative writing class stresses. I'm interested in Comm, learning about the ways and means the media quietly control the world, but I don't see myself in that field in the future. I just want to write. For ESPN, for IGN, for a newspaper (independent or otherwise, though I doubt the former will bring in enough cash to support my spendthrift lifestyle), whateverthefuck ever. English people always tend to be the weirdest, I personally think because we use our left (creative side) side of the brain more than our right, and English people always tend to be the craziest (see Hunter S. Thompson and Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas).
I love college, don't get me wrong, but I'm continually finding myself getting burned out too quickly, like my legs during a 200 meter run. I just find it ludicrously ridiculous to be assigned 30-75+ pages of reading per night. But such is the life of a college student, such is the life I've accepted for the next 2 1/2 years, and such is the life of anyone aspiring to reach the upper-middle class. So I'm gonna have to kick myself in the ass and get the gears going again.
But just for tonight, I think I'm going to forget about this reading and say a little hello to Captain Jack.
My Filipino teacher took a very daring stance on how our class should be run. "It's not just a language," she proclaimed, "it's about the culture as well."
So she's using two out of the four weekly classes as "research time", where Monday and Wednesday classes are cancelled in order for me and Christen, the only other student, to do research on topics of her choice to aid an upcoming Filipino symposium or somesuch nonsense. Daring is a very fitting term, because the students of Asianlan 212 are renowned for not showing up to class, not doing homework, and hardly keeping up on the Filipino language. I personally can't string together complex sentences even though I've gone through a year and a half of Filipino. She's basically tempting us with less class and more outside work, and I really really hope I'll be able to pull it off.
My previous experiences with Comm (102 and 111) have psychologically fed my lazy mind and body with bad habits. In 102 I never kept up on the readings, crashed a week before the final, and got a 'B' in the class. That's definitely passable for me. Comm 111 is the biggest joke of a class this university has; how can a class on "how to use the internet" not be? Because I was able to take it easy on these classes last sem, a lazy surge always hits me whenever I want to read for class this semester. I always have a slight fear that I may have a quiz in lecture or section the next day, but apathy usually takes care of that.
I've got a lot of catching up to do.
I still find it amazing that I can write at this level while at the same time, completely ignoring all other academia. But that's really all I want to do: write. I couldn't care less about Filipino and the language requirement, and I hold the upmost odium for the poetry my creative writing class stresses. I'm interested in Comm, learning about the ways and means the media quietly control the world, but I don't see myself in that field in the future. I just want to write. For ESPN, for IGN, for a newspaper (independent or otherwise, though I doubt the former will bring in enough cash to support my spendthrift lifestyle), whateverthefuck ever. English people always tend to be the weirdest, I personally think because we use our left (creative side) side of the brain more than our right, and English people always tend to be the craziest (see Hunter S. Thompson and Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas).
I love college, don't get me wrong, but I'm continually finding myself getting burned out too quickly, like my legs during a 200 meter run. I just find it ludicrously ridiculous to be assigned 30-75+ pages of reading per night. But such is the life of a college student, such is the life I've accepted for the next 2 1/2 years, and such is the life of anyone aspiring to reach the upper-middle class. So I'm gonna have to kick myself in the ass and get the gears going again.
But just for tonight, I think I'm going to forget about this reading and say a little hello to Captain Jack.
posted by KTrain at 10:02 PM
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