~ yawn, bark, yawn ~
As usual, I am totally irritated about something that did not go my way. Life, for me, is just one tragedy after another...little wonder how I survive considering the injustice that is my world. The latest example involves my having to miss seeing he who was "the next president of the united states" speak in my little ho-hum of a town. Indeed, at the time, I was sitting in a cold and technologically-lacking classroom being bored out of my mind. It was the first of my public policy classes in the graduate program and the professor felt that it was necessary to spend two whole entire hours going over the syllabus. Now, I don't mean to come off as haughty, but I was accepted into their prestigious graduate program, they should be confident in my reading comprehension abilities. Additionally, I have completed a few college courses in my life and I have encountered this elusive document known as the "course syllabus" before. I am certain of my powers to fully read and understand the contents of the syllabus on my own time - - spending two hours in a classroom going over and over and over it felt like such a waste of time, especially considering my desire to see Al Gore.
Which leads me to elude to my disappointment over my graduate school experience. What was I expecting, academic fireworks? While I did not want a program that would create for me a lot of stress and anxiety, I feel that what appears to be a lack of challenge is too easy for me to feel proud about. And I aknowledge that my disappointment is entirely the opposite of the purpose for the graduate degree, because it's about the letters behind my name, not necessarily having an amazing academic experience. Still...
In other news, this weekend I celebrated having dated Josh for two years. For the occasion, we went out for some fondue, an experience that was really disappointing. I think that we both had high expectations for the meal, and on every front we found it lacking. But we did have a good time - - you know, that whole "being together with someone special" thing. Afterwards, we went dancing and, while we danced and danced and had a great time, the heaviness of the fondue meal acted like a big cheesy rock weighing us down. There are a few photos posted onto my flickr deal.
hey monkey, its just me, the rabbit--you know, the chinese symbol your monkey is not compatible with? yeah, so, I told Mike today that we went to the Melting Pot for our 2 year anniversary dinner, and no sooner did this fact issue out of my mouth did Mike exclaim that "that place is a rip off!" Yet another individual who has come to the same objective conclusion regarding that saucy establishment...
And then there was Al...
I too wish you could have gone because it was a hell of a show. Sure, the seats were scrunched all together, the slideshow went on and on, and I felt as though carbon dioxide emmissions from surrounding life form entities were causing me to overheat (just like the planet, see); But when the Gore let out a Roar, and got all southern baptist on our asses, it was totally worth all the discomfort.
Posted by: the rabbit | January 23, 2007 7:36 PM
fern:
you are going for a professional degree which is supposed to teach you specific skills which will then transfer into a job, and often times it's not as intellectually stimulating as a purely academic post grad education. my classes were all fairly boring as well--but i think that's also because it is mostly the introductory courses of the first year. keep with it!
z
Posted by: zach | January 24, 2007 11:23 AM