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Warning, much irritation ahead
Mar. 17th, 2004 05:54 amHave I mentioned that I loathe Aristotle?
Well, I do.
Stupid seminar midterm.
This is really a decent seminar, all things considered. But I'm suffering from major brain-block on the midterm. Mostly because if I have to think about Ethics for one more seond, I may be forced to do something uncharacteristically violent to my notes.
It's just not a fun class. It's not as engaging as it could be, though it's better than Goodman's.
Well, shoot, isn't everything?
I shouldn't complain as much as I do. This is getting to be a bad habit. Plus, it pulls me down out of my good mood. I think I would be in a perpetual good mood if it weren't for all of these pesky things like seminar busywork and teacher (dis)approval to worry about.
Part of me is SO tempted to just coast through the rest of this class. I'd get a lower grade, and I'd lose my prof's and classmates' respect, but at least I'd be able to sleep.
*sigh* But I'm not going there. I'm too much of a perfectionist, I guess. And I geniunely do like to please my profesors, not for personal recognition, but because it contributes to a positive classroom experience. And if I have to sit there, I'd like it to be reasonably painless. Having a prof who's irritated with me would ruin any chance of that.
And now that I've spent 10 minutes on this lovely tangent, it's time to return to the narrow-minded, condescending, patriarchal world of Aristotle.
Don't mind me. Senioritis kicking in.
Well, I do.
Stupid seminar midterm.
This is really a decent seminar, all things considered. But I'm suffering from major brain-block on the midterm. Mostly because if I have to think about Ethics for one more seond, I may be forced to do something uncharacteristically violent to my notes.
It's just not a fun class. It's not as engaging as it could be, though it's better than Goodman's.
Well, shoot, isn't everything?
I shouldn't complain as much as I do. This is getting to be a bad habit. Plus, it pulls me down out of my good mood. I think I would be in a perpetual good mood if it weren't for all of these pesky things like seminar busywork and teacher (dis)approval to worry about.
Part of me is SO tempted to just coast through the rest of this class. I'd get a lower grade, and I'd lose my prof's and classmates' respect, but at least I'd be able to sleep.
*sigh* But I'm not going there. I'm too much of a perfectionist, I guess. And I geniunely do like to please my profesors, not for personal recognition, but because it contributes to a positive classroom experience. And if I have to sit there, I'd like it to be reasonably painless. Having a prof who's irritated with me would ruin any chance of that.
And now that I've spent 10 minutes on this lovely tangent, it's time to return to the narrow-minded, condescending, patriarchal world of Aristotle.
Don't mind me. Senioritis kicking in.
