2004-09-30 - 2:51 p.m.
in spoken language practice we're doing this bullshit chapter on dreams. who the fuck gives a shit about dreams even when you can speak about them in english? i read an article recently that was a list of do's/don'ts and one was "don't talk about your dreams. nobody cares. it's like telling a "i guess you had to be there" story except YOU weren't even there."
so anyway yeah, that class sucks. we had to draw a picture with certain things in it, which was fun, until the teacher revealed that the picture was like a pyschological study, the moon meant our mother, a snake is our sex life, etc. I drew a day vs. night type of thing with 2 of everything, one in the daylight and one at night, so thus when the time came to exchange papers my partner had all sorts of questiosn like "how do you say "bipolar"? How do you say "manic-depressive"?" It wouldn't have been so bad if it weren't so true. How EXPOSED i felt. in this fucking french class of all places, to look like a total pyscho. it may as well have been "the clouds reprsent your problems, and if you drew what Kelly here drew, you should be on medication or perhaps electro-shock therapy. note also how the snake representing her sex life is really really small."
yeah, today sucks. i didn't even go to science, which i also hate, but there's a cute guy there, but what's the point. there is none. i realized something. now that i don't have this teacher education thing, i can just go back to my original plan of being a mediocre student. as long as i was teaching others french, i felt like i should be some kind of expert, but now, studying to be a translator which i don't really particularly want to be, i can settle back into mediocrity. so what if my parents are disappointed in me. if it's not one thing it's another. i may get straight A's, but they'll still wonder why i have no boyfriend and play the sims all day. speaking of which.
