For some reason, this semester seems like it has been the least motivated, frustrating semester in a long while, not only for myself but all of my friends and classmates. Just yesterday, I received an email from my friend titled, “DO YOU HAVE A GLUESTICK?!” That is a sign of something, people, but I don’t know what.
Two conversations I have overheard over this week:
D, to J, on the phone: “Yeah, we’ll be over there as soon as L finishes her poster.”
J: “She’s making a poster in college?”
L, overhearing phone conversation: “That’s what I said! I’m fucking twenty-four years old and I’m decorating a posterboard for college! Can’t I write a paper?”
For more universality, replace the words poster and posterboard with any slew of related projects more suited to junior high than higher education.
And the one most likely to be heard around here, yet repeated with great frequency across campus:
“Did you get a lot done on your paper tonight?”
“Yup.”
“You’re lying, aren’t you?”
“Yup.”
For an education class project I’m supposed to finish for Thursday, I photoshopped dogs pooping all over beautiful landscapes. Yes, I do have a reason and it’s a good one.