While I don't feel that I accomplished much this semester, or last semester, I am nevertheless happy that my grades are still up there where they ought to be. It's been a rough road traveled here in college, or the university, and I'm pleased to know that the end is in sight. Just one more year and I'll hopefully be free of this place and the obnoxious dubstep and rap blasting through the hallways, the ungratefulness of the jocks, and the deplorable state of the bathrooms (seriously, flush the toilets people).
Poetry was a fun little class, but I treated it more as a joke than anything else. It wasn't a challenge even though I neglected to work on my things until the final hour, and the way I approached my work wasn't the best. Sarcasm and humor can only get you so far, but in my opinion, I'd rather treat poetry with a humorous undertone than make it look like some big sestina of sorrow and angst. Why write about rain and blackness when you can write about waking up an hour before class only to realize that, oh shit, you've got a poem to write? The world needs more humor, especially now.
World Religion was actually very interesting despite my earlier protests at the start of my stay at the university. As a Catholic school, it was obvious that somewhere down the line they were going to shove religion down my throat, and while I, being an atheist, have no problems with people believing what they want to believe, I didn't want to hear too much about it. It's like politics: you're either a Republican, a Democrat, or you're not, and if so, I don't want to hear the specifics or any elaborations. Yet, when I got into the class and read up on the materials and world religions, I got interested. Judaism was confusing while Hinduism, despite its social castes and country of origin, was fun to look into. I learned that Islam is something that I never want to get into while Buddhism may just become my new religion if I put my mind to it. I think those monks have it figured out a lot better than any of us do.
Spanish... I'm ashamed to say that I failed the final exam in the way a person breaks both of their legs and one of their arms on a routine morning walk. But enough of that depressing stuff; I've already suffered enough these past few weeks. I liked learning about Spanish and its grammar, and I'm pleased to say that after looking at my grades just now, I retain an A
. I passed, and no-one is none the wiser. Still, this means that I have to do some practicing of my own now. Going back home and talking with the farmhands might help me out.
Gothic Literature was terrible and I'll be happy if I simply pass that class. I have no love for the teacher, the work, or the fact that it's a '400 level class'. I tried to read the material, yes, but retaining all that knowledge didn't come easy. And the papers! Oh god, the papers! If I have to sift through the scholarly articles and find more things on how Frankenstein's monster is a 'giant green castrated phallic symbol', I'm going to be more than a little upset. But the point is that I toughened up and got through it, even managing to get that final paper done.
The school's newspaper had me on column detail, and it was there where I realized that a lot of my views are pretty radical and weird to everyone else. I think it'd be better to write about things that I enjoy doing, like videogames, animations, and writing. So far, three of five columns have been 'published', so that's good. Even my WIP animation (which I am planning to scrap because I don't have time for it anymore) managed to get a lot of attention, and that's good too!
So, yeah, everything is going to turn out alright. Pretty soon I'll be back home and working with my folks, slaving it away in the fields and driving trucks while looking forward to the next can of pop.
6/3/2014 Update; The 'Free Feature'.
Check out this cool cat (Mr-Sage)! Why? Because I have to FOLLOW THE RULES, YO.