I’m in graduate school. I don’t know why. But I started and will finish.

This school does not offer a whole hell of a lot of classes at the remote campus. I can barely get my required classes. So when it came time to register, I chose a class I needed and a filler, to avoid having to drive 70+ miles once a week (and getting home at 10:45pm) and be angry for one reason. Instead, I drive…considerably less than 70 miles 3 times a week…and I’m still angry for another reason. Fuck.

This “filler” class was not chosen because I was particularly interested in the subject or because it was easy. Oh my no. It is not easy by any means. I chose this class because it was going to be taught by one of the best professors in the department. This is one of *her* subjects. She worked with the person who wrote the book (a U.T. professor). She knows her shit. I check my schedule a day before class starts (we won’t get into that) and I see her name gone and someone else’s in it’s place. Ah fuck. I prayed for it to be a mistake.

It wasn’t. Shit. This new guy starts off saying that he didn’t know he was teaching this class until two days prior. He also talks up how the original teacher is 15 kinds of awesome and we should really take the class from her. Well…WE TRIED. The school fucked us. So. Here I am. Perturbed.

Next, there is a math major in the class. He’s almost “that guy”. You know, the one who thinks he knows more than the teacher. Only in this case HE DOES. Fuck. So. Here I am. Upset.

First assignment is given. I see that it’s the same assignment the undergrad class is being given. Oh, didn’t I mention that it is a merged class? Yeah. It didn’t click when I registered. I’ve taken the undergrad class. 13 years ago. Fuck. So. Here I am. Discombobulated.

His notes are online. You can download them. Oh wait, they’re worthless until the actual day of class because he’s either modifed or replaced the file completely. Fuck. So. Here I am. Having an ulcer.

And, just now, he went off topic. Again. For the third time. In a class that only lasts 1 hour, 20 minutes. I vaguely know what he was prattling on about because I’ve long ago stopped listening (It’s only mid september. goddammit.). Although I did hear a reference to entertaining lectures and how MICHAEL JACKSON should be paying him to do lectures. Yes, really. I don’t know.

So. Here I am. Angry.

Oh, and in the time it took to write this, he’s gone off topic TWO MORE TIMES.

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