So It Goes
Apologies, apologies, but school and work and family and relationship and friends and everything else pretty much leads to no blog.
My semester is currently pretty craptastic. I just started the teacher education program for no good reason. I don't plan to be a high school teacher, which is what the classes are designed for, but as an English major, I figure I ought to have a backup. The current plan is actually to go to grad school and teach at the college level. Considering that I've had more than one of those professors who has obviously never taken a teaching course in his/her life, I didn't think it would hurt to get some training in that area. Turns out it's pretty painful. Even though my professors are good, three hours a week on things like "diversity awareness" is overkill. It's pretty much a schedule full of "Holy Jesus (on a pogo stick), there are people who actually need to be taught this?"
Combine that with mass quantities of Beowulf and other Anglo-Saxon poetry, and I pretty much want to shove pencils into my eyeballs.
Science fiction is the one shining beacon of hope, and not just because I get to hear a fifty-year-old man say the word "tit" casually while I argue with other nerds about Kirk Versus Picard. Just to clarify, not even a debate, people. Ever seen "Arena" from the season of the original series? Painful. As I announced as I walked out of class, would've taken Picard five minutes. That said, had Picard handled it, mainstream American culture would have missed out on its most shining historical moment.
My semester is currently pretty craptastic. I just started the teacher education program for no good reason. I don't plan to be a high school teacher, which is what the classes are designed for, but as an English major, I figure I ought to have a backup. The current plan is actually to go to grad school and teach at the college level. Considering that I've had more than one of those professors who has obviously never taken a teaching course in his/her life, I didn't think it would hurt to get some training in that area. Turns out it's pretty painful. Even though my professors are good, three hours a week on things like "diversity awareness" is overkill. It's pretty much a schedule full of "Holy Jesus (on a pogo stick), there are people who actually need to be taught this?"
Combine that with mass quantities of Beowulf and other Anglo-Saxon poetry, and I pretty much want to shove pencils into my eyeballs.
Science fiction is the one shining beacon of hope, and not just because I get to hear a fifty-year-old man say the word "tit" casually while I argue with other nerds about Kirk Versus Picard. Just to clarify, not even a debate, people. Ever seen "Arena" from the season of the original series? Painful. As I announced as I walked out of class, would've taken Picard five minutes. That said, had Picard handled it, mainstream American culture would have missed out on its most shining historical moment.
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