Teacher’s Pets
[ 1 Comment ] Posted on 01.24.07 in UF, college, complaints
Holy God. I can’t take it any more. Listen to me, political science majors. Listen well.
NOBODY CARES WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT ANYTHING.
Okay, perhaps a bit harsh. But well-founded. Let me explain.
I am, for some reason, a political science major. I hold no fervent opinions either way on the political spectrum, nor do I engage in hardcore analytical thinking outside of copying notes that some overly-paid professor puts on a PowerPoint slide during lecture. For the other 165 hours each week, I’m a normal person: I sleep, I eat, I watch cartoons. I do not care about the woeful state of international relations, and I do not care about the world around me. As long as I have my Chef Boyardee, my Cartoon Network, and no place to go, I’m content.
But political science majors, they’re a different breed. While other kids go to the movies, they stay at home and watch their Tivoed copy of the State of the Union address. While other kids eat pizza, they refuse to stoop to such a level of ignorance while they munch on their ever-delicious tofu and meatless meat loaf. And while other kids just want to leave a class that has been held over for five minutes due to a long-winded professor who just wants to enlighten folks on the troubles of the country of Latvia, they all raise their hands in unison to make a myriad of “relevant” statements that do nothing more than show all of the normal-minded folks in the world of their intellect and superiority.
Seriously. Let me leave. I have some hedonism to get to.
John Q. Law is a CRIMINAL
[ 2 Comments ] Posted on 11.24.06 in complaints
Look, I know I’m a stickler. But isn’t it logical that policemen should have to follow the same traffic laws as everyone else if their siren is not sounding?
I don’t dig his digs
[ 5 Comments ] Posted on 09.19.06 in UF, complaints
I know. I know. I haven’t been markedly ambitious in the writing department during the last month. But look: I’m a busy man. Of course, by “busy” I mean “lazy.” And by “man” I mean “college student.” But hey, tom-ay-to, tom-ah-to.
However, jammed between days of simply fantastic college football and absolutely putrid professional football are days where the unthinkable happens: I go to class.
Now, I’m a Political Science major this week. As such, I get to go to such wonderfully interesting classes as State and Local Government (taught by a professor that I think I could beat up) and American Federal Government. Now, the guy who teaches the latter is really, really smart. And I respect that. But what I don’t appreciate is his attire.
Every day, this professor shows up in shorts, sandals, and a t-shirt which customarily boasts clever little sayings about his (extremely rightist) views on politics. Maybe it’s just me, but it seems that if I were given the opportunity to make a copious amount of money each year for enlightening more future politicians (because, as everyone knows, we need more politicians), I would take the time to, you know, put on a tie. Or at least a collared shirt.