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    Monday, April 13, 2009

    Z) NONE OF THE ABOVE

    I can't believe I have an exam tomorrow. What is this? Multiple choice questions? Short answer? Open... book? Take the test... online? .....from home? Okay. Will do, technology. In fact, I'm not even going to get dressed. I'll stay in my pajamas until 1:30pm, just so I can be an idiot and say to my cats, "Hey guys, I'm doing an exam in my pajamas and slippers." Then, I will nonchalantly take a sip of my coffee, confidently press the start button, and... probably throw all my articles to the floor and roll around in them, crying.

    I will continue to lie on the floor while considering the question, "Using the procedural manual SPECTRUM and relevant literature from the field, please relate the intellectual task of being alive with the practical challenges, functionalities, standards, guidelines, information fields, and problematisations of the role documentation plays in a fictional exhibit scenario of your choosing. Please substantiate your views with specifics.

    And go screw yourselves."

    To people with post-secondary school experience: Have you ever had a class that you just dread attending, where almost no one knows exactly what's going on, but the professor insists on being confrontational and takes great joy in randomly calling on people (usually to discuss the merits/shortfalls of their last assignment, and how it relates to the topic at hand)? How progressive and interactive! How... terrifying. Panic-attack-inducing. God, calling on people? Really? I think I even hate that more than presentations.

    It wouldn't have been so bad if the material hadn't been presented in such a convoluted, nonsensical way, and, you know, I actually had answers to provide. Every Tuesday I'd walk into the classroom with sweaty palms and a little lump of fear in my stomach. I felt like I was in junior high, except in junior high I didn't have to maintain a 3.7 GPA to keep my scholarship. Christ. Worst grad school experience ever, so far. Worst university experience in general, really.

    I'm really just complaining to avoid studying. I'm going to eat some crackers and skim a 400 page PDF doc. Bye internet, my PJs and I will see you later.
      11:59 PM
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