So I get out of my last class of the semester and I have this brief moment of “Wheee my art projects are all done” but it is quickly squelched by the fact that all those projects must still be touched up and organized and labeled and set up for reviews next week and further squelched by the fact that I still have four lengthy papers to write for two unhelpful classes, one of which nearly made me lose it by the end. Thank goodness I don’t have any romantic attachments. I’d have been dumped weeks ago by virtue of my nonexistence.
why do non-art teachers in an art college think they can announce, one week before the end of the semester in mid-finals panic, “Oh, I have this twelve-page paper I want you to write, as well as these three papers that will be graded as your final test” when they are basically there just to fill up your credits and let the college claim it’s offering a round education without actually doing anything other than filling up their illiterate students’ heads with incompetent, uneducated garbage. Dude… you are literally here as a decoration to my schedule. I actually know more about this material than you do. Not to mention, my art classes— which are the only reason I am even here— take first priority by a wild head start and they are giving me quite enough work as it is. And of course, there’s nothing at all in my family/social/medical life that needs my attention whatsoever, because, you know, reality just becomes suspended in favor of you dear “professor”. Mom’s cancer and my close friend’s immediate needs and my own spiraling depression can just wait, right?
At least my other non-art class, where I have two papers to write, is actually taught by a guy who knows what he’s saying and doesn’t just shove his own agenda down his students’ all-too-willing throats and go into lengthy raptures over sexual deviancy, explicit or imaginary in whatever text we’re reviewing. If not for that class being at least attendance-worthy, I’m not sure how I would’ve gotten through this semester.
But still come on, four papers???? Well, at least they’re grand and gracious enough to extend the deadline to Christmas. So I’ll be working through the holidays just like I did through Thanksgiving, but hey I’ll get my work in on time for a worthless class, right?