→ 24 Feb 14 at 2 am
Cruz writes a paper.
Cruz writes a paper.
You seem really nice and really cute but honestly I don’t care about this class at all. If you do not take attendance and post your power points on blackboard then I have zero reason to show up to class.
I am grateful to you and people like you who find this subject fascinating and work really hard to teach us some things but I can’t make myself care past that and I’m sorry.
The senior taking this for the science credit
Paper writing feels
Top Left: that paper is probably due soon… (The I-probably-should-start-soon feel)
Top Right: hey man its cool chill you have time! (Classic misunderstanding of time feel)
Bottom Left: what paper? we don’t have a paper (Straight up denial)
Bottom Right: wait THATS DUE TODAY?!? (ANXIETY/SHOCK/PAIN/ANGER AT ONESELF)
My problem with college history classes is that there are too many classes covering the Pilgrims and the Boston Tea Party and not enough classes covering Watergate and Glass Steagall.
I’m so tired of re-learning this tired information and face palming when older generations complain that my generation is ignorant about modern history.
My problem with college history classes is that history is told from and by the victors, that women, people of color, lgbt people etc. their histories are never told. Entire groups of people, lived experiences silenced. Modern history should be about recovering these silenced pasts, these socio-political histories that were never taught to begin with, and why they weren’t taught.
I remember going over the history of propaganda in one of my culture classes and shocked they portrayed Mexicans as lazy chain smokers in a kids cartoon so I asked my professor if it was a coincidence or they just did it to be funny (mind you I was a sophomore) and she said “No. Nothing is a coincidence.”
I have a crazy idea.
What IF I
read all 38 articles that I have to read for tomorrow.
get into another class to replace the really hard graduate one I dropped today
actually ATTENDED all the parties I got invited to this weekend?
WHAT IF THIS BRINGS ME HAPPINESS?
On the upside, I didn’t cry in front of Emily today.
This could just be the cold haze.
Finals week is so weird.
Chill because of the zero classes, yet extremely stressful because of the exams and often how much we stress out on how well we might need/want to do, how our futures are hinged on these grades, whether it be study abroad, or financial aid or general happiness with ourselves, because whether or not our parents or professors believe us, we do care.
I can’t tell if the knot in my stomach is from stress about all the work I will be doing tonight or if I’m actually just sick; or if I’m making myself sick from all the stress. Probably all in my head.
Possible Snacks Include:
BRING IT ON.
Heyyy Cutesy College Couples,
I love those damn salmon colored shorts. Can’t get enough.
unf. i want all of you.
These guys are fresh. Their swag is undeniable, YET.
I do not find them attractive in more than one way. Show me a bro who travels without his frat right next to him. Then I might go there. Other than that. NEXT.
My floor is a ghost town. We don’t talk to each other, or acknowledge the others existence except for dear Colleen and Lizzie who I thankfully knew from last year.
I mean I get that we’re all sophomores, we all have our own friends, but I’ve always been the kind of person who enjoys saying hi to the inhabitants of my surroundings, and maybe that’s just too much to expect out of everyone.