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2.02.2004
Fuck Spring Semester.I fucking hate my Immigration professor. She's such a whore for an old lady. She uses the same four transparencies on the overhead projector every single day. None of them make sense. They're just a bunch of words with arrows connecting them. Every five minutes, she switches the transparencies to another one of the same four. I hate her. She uses words like Proposal, Propensity, Prediction, Implication, Proposition, and her FAVORITE: "Intersubjectively Ascertainable." She posted up a 54 page document on the structure of social analysis filled with fucking math formulas. What the fuck? This is an Immigration lecture, not a fucking Calculus class. So I raised my hand and asked her if the rest of the semester was going to be all about learning formulas or if it was just applications, which I felt was a rather reasonable question. She responded, "Yes. Applications. You can relax. You can relax. Don't worry. You can relax," in a totally patronizing way, all while smiling like a smug little asshole. I hate you. Oh yeah, and my Sociology recitation TA doesn't know how to fucking speak English. Fuck you. |
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