What's weak this week?
It's been a long week, let me just say that. I took two hours and tried to post a rant about being sick last night from about 1-3 in the morning, but for some reason or another it didn't go through. Well, I don't have the energy or the anger any more to go through and reiterate all of it. But in a nutshell, I've been sick all week, and I missed my music history test on Wednesday because of it, but it's ok because I was unprepared for it anyway.
The sickness culminated when my professor, DJ Allyson Fleck, asked me to get a doctor's note for missing the test. I became extremely flustered and discouraged by this request as it appeared to me, like so many things on this campus, as just a big piece of red tape. The amount of red tape that covers everything at this college is seriously inexplicable. It is everywhere and it makes me sick.
Anyway, I really wished my post last night would have gone through because I put things so eloquently and sarcastically bitter and funny.
Nevertheless, the week was filled with drama, from getting high off Zyrtec, to skipping a ton of classes (mostly music lessons that I was unprepared for), to reprimanding my grandmother for sending me an anti-Muslim email, to sitting in a "doctor's" office to find out that I have a cold; something that I've known since Monday.
I've come to several conclusions that this week's lessons have taught me. First, if you want to get anything done at Beloit College, you can expect to be covered in the adhesive glue backing from the red tape that covers EVERYTHING! Second, I've learned about life by not going to class, than I would have by going. Classes bore me, for the most part, except my Rock History class, 'cause it's about rock music. And also it's the only class that I'm sure I'm getting a decent grade in. Thirdly, I think I've discovered that there is such a thing as selective sickness. Possibly derivative from playing hooky back in the old days, the human body along with the human psyche develops sickness and immunity to sickness at selective times during the day, for instance when there is a certain class or event you wish to attend or a certain responsibility or professor you wish to avoid. The mind can play tricks on you, and convince you that you can overcome sickness at crucial points, but also fall short to sickness at the most convenient of times.
The sickness culminated when my professor, DJ Allyson Fleck, asked me to get a doctor's note for missing the test. I became extremely flustered and discouraged by this request as it appeared to me, like so many things on this campus, as just a big piece of red tape. The amount of red tape that covers everything at this college is seriously inexplicable. It is everywhere and it makes me sick.
Anyway, I really wished my post last night would have gone through because I put things so eloquently and sarcastically bitter and funny.
Nevertheless, the week was filled with drama, from getting high off Zyrtec, to skipping a ton of classes (mostly music lessons that I was unprepared for), to reprimanding my grandmother for sending me an anti-Muslim email, to sitting in a "doctor's" office to find out that I have a cold; something that I've known since Monday.
I've come to several conclusions that this week's lessons have taught me. First, if you want to get anything done at Beloit College, you can expect to be covered in the adhesive glue backing from the red tape that covers EVERYTHING! Second, I've learned about life by not going to class, than I would have by going. Classes bore me, for the most part, except my Rock History class, 'cause it's about rock music. And also it's the only class that I'm sure I'm getting a decent grade in. Thirdly, I think I've discovered that there is such a thing as selective sickness. Possibly derivative from playing hooky back in the old days, the human body along with the human psyche develops sickness and immunity to sickness at selective times during the day, for instance when there is a certain class or event you wish to attend or a certain responsibility or professor you wish to avoid. The mind can play tricks on you, and convince you that you can overcome sickness at crucial points, but also fall short to sickness at the most convenient of times.
posted by Leland J. Fischer at 2:24 PM
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