You know who was/is annoying? Rene Descartes. Yeah, I get that he may be seen as brilliant for saying "I think therefore I am" but lets be real a toddler could have come to that conclusion. I am taking a course called Great Philosophers. So far we have covered Socrates via Plato and Mr. Descartes. I have one person to blame for this hiccup in class registration. Douche Bag. okay okay, that's not really his name, but for awhile that's what the chums and I called him. I posted on my facebook status asking what class to take Great Philosophers or some poli-sci class. He told me that I NEEDED to take this class and that it would be so enlightening. Why I took his advice I have No idea. I don't even like being in the same room as the guy and I took his advice. I am an idiot. Of course I cannot drop because I am taking some health classes that don't add up to a full schedule, dropping a class would make me ineligible for golf. So here I am stuck reading this God awful french philosophy. Why does this guy have to question EVERYTHING. Do I really exist? Does god exist? Does this hangnail I've suddenly gotten really hurt as much as I think it does? Why do cows moo instead of meow? Why has my brain turned to mush? etc.
Last class my professor called on me. I had been studying for a Government test.... so I had not idea what the question was. I spoke up the first couple days so my professor thought I was smart or something. But the other day I just stared at him and said "I don't know" in a way I am pretty sure made my entire class of freshman think I was a bit sloooow. Solid. Then again the kid who sits next to me spends the entire class hour on his ipad or texting his girlfriend (they have hit a rough patch).
One thing is for sure... this class is an even bigger waste than all my other classes that will not land me a job upon graduation. Sometimes life is just nifty.
Ps Rene wasn't exactly a hotty by anyone's standards.
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