dreiundfünfzig.
After the first week of school, which consisted of three days, I am (and probably many of my classmates are) already stressed out. I posted a little bit about this in GrooveSalad, so go over there for the original mini-rant. But as I find myself living through this three-day MLK, Jr. weekend, I find myself not wanting to do the homework the professors have assigned.
Don't get me wrong - I'll do all of it; I have to. It's just that there's a huge mental battle going on that makes me want to scream already, haha. Busy work at its finest, folks! Professors shouldn't be allowed to assign such work because (a) it teaches us nothing, (b) it frustrates the crap out of us, (c)
it teaches us nothing.
"NOTHING!" -screeching like Will Ferrel as Mogatu in Zoolander
zweiundfünfzig.
School's back in.
Homework was given in studio and it's due Friday... that's kind of to be expected. What's not to be expected is getting paired with a partner that has a permanent "your ideas suck" mentality, thus making me want to already resort to violence. :oD
Violence on the first day. I'm sure it's happened before. Ha.
Anyway, so our new building is
almost ready for us to occupy (although parts of it will still be under construction) so none of the students have desks yet in studio. This is adding to our frustration because we cannot bring in our personal belongings and architectural tools really. It's like living out of a suitcase. HATE.
And as the day went on, I could feel my mood shifting from optomistic to "I hate you you stupid... EVERYONE and everything around me" somewhat in sync with the inbound clouds-of-doom that eventually settled over the city and spit on everyone just enough to make us grumble as we walked outside to our destinations.
And I'm SO frustrated right now that I can't even keep writing.
I'm out.
