I woke up today in one of the most terrible moods ever. It is probably because I didn't get out of bed till 11 and I should be out the door at 11:45, and since that was a reality I had to face, didn't have a chance to shower, so my hair today looked like moist straw, placed hinky-dinky (not a real expression) with no pattern what so ever, on my head.
Then I had to go to my Postmodernism class, which is like listening to three hours of pretentious radio show, run my ego-maniacs, of which you missed the first five minutes and you have no idea what they are talking about, but they are always talking, and never getting to a frickin' point, they just ramble. Postmodernism has yet to be defined in that class, and has yet to hold my interest long enough to type those 13 characters into a wikipedia page to find out what the hell it is.
I didn't do the readings for the class because we never discuss the readings we watch videos, and the other people in my class present long winded, and yet what I can only assume to be brilliant presentations on people that I have never heard of, but everyone else has because I assume they don't have cable tv, friends, or attention deficit disorder. I can only assume that these people have gone to school somewhere else, and learned all these valuable pieces of information at a school much better than the one I attend. Because as I am in my final year, I have heard nothing about any of it. I have taken probably every art history class that is not photography or native studies, and there is nothing that has prepared me for this class. And then we were asked questions about the readings.
Then I have to deal with someone who thinks we are in a group for our assignment (when we aren't) telling what to do my presentation on. I nearly threw myself in front of my bus when i got out of there, but it was early for once, and I didn't want to spoil that miracle for all those darling people who ride my bus.