Today I realized that I really want out of this English class. I feel pretty ridiculous, on account of I already switched English classes once, but this is just a huge thorn in my side and I want it out.
The first class I was signed up for used a text called “Dreams and Inward Journeys”, and they meant that literally. They wanted you to interpret your dreams and read them in front of the class. I wanted to burn the book. Their prescribed inward journeys were, if anything, even worse than dream interpreting. So I schemed and arranged and carefully checked, and ha! I got myself switched to a different class, one that just used a sane, normal “Prentice Hall Reader”. Cleverness abounding.
But the instructor. Oh, the instructor.
I could tell you all the reasons why she makes me want to pull my toenails out with rusty pliers, but suffice to say nearly any one of her students would do a better job of running the class and actually teaching writing. And her students are not exactly geniuses; they were seriously debating what editorials were. (Suggestions included reporting that spelled it out for you instead of just giving you the facts and making you figure it out, and corrections for errors.)
My last hope is to try to switch into an on-line class, where I at least don’t have to be present for the madness. Unfortunately, my last check showed the on-line classes as full. I’m hoping that by begging, pleading and petitioning I can get in anyway. And that it will actually be an improvement.
B., this went up to 268 words. Do I get my wrist slapped for writing longer than I was supposed? It’s so hard to stop!!