Monday, November 08, 2004
Professor Dolt and the adventures of a poor student (in lellow!)
Greetings.
Got my book review back today from Professor M., aka Professor Dolt. He gave me the exact same mark he gave me three years ago for a totally different review on a totally different subject, and appears to have had absolutely no reason for doling out said mark, except that he doesn't agree with my argument. The arbitrariness of this reminded me of my days of tossing those crates of tea into Boston's harbour. "No markation without explanation!!" I shouted, but to no avail. I couldn't even read The Dolt's writing.
Then, to compound my irritation, I read the book review of another girl in my class who got 88%, and was utterly confounded. Her review was about 98% descriptive, and her critical analysis consisted of two sentences. This is exactly what the prof told me NOT to do when I went to see him. I'm really going to lose it. What a pompous, self-righteous, contradictory little fat-head he is. What to do with a prof who makes it impossible to improve your mark, no matter how you change your performance? Answer: boil in a large pot of salted water for 30 minutes, then crack the hard academic shells and devour with butter and a spritz of lemon.
But don't worry, I don't take school too seriously at all.
I've been thinking today (specifically in the shower, where I do all my best thinking) about betrayal. Does looking out for you and yours even when a friend needs you to be there for them constitute a betrayal? Does taking something from them for all the wrong reasons and then lying to them about it constitute a betrayal? Does abandoning a good friend for a significant other when that friend represents no threat to you or to the relationship constitute a betrayal? And does making of friend of many years look like something they're not when they are unable to defend themselves constitute a betrayal?
I tend to think it does, but please correct me if I'm wrong. The last thing I want to be is self-righteous. Self-righteousness is becoming my all-time more disliked personality trait.
I wish I could tell you that something hilarious happened to me today, but other than running into the Boy on my way to class and having him announce like a cute though somewhat overgrown toddler that he was hungry and tired and had lost his jacket and his agenda-book, nothing very comical happened today at all.
But at least it isn't raining.
Love and sashimi,
The Nome
