Thursday, February 3, 2011
Willfully Caged
A room of books and a little woven bubble to exist in sounds like a perfect remedy for my dreary mood. At least then I could read a bit, write, and catch up on all the work that I believe in. A deadbeat art history professor and the mysterious exam he will be distributing tomorrow have left me feeling absolutely sour. By "mysterious", I mean I have learned very little in the class, and am therefore unsure what information seems relevant. Far too many hours of documentary film and wild tangents have left this answer obscured past the point of recognition. I feel as though I have no control over how things proceed. How am I supposed to take my education seriously when those who are paid to be educating me do not?
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