Dawn's Digression.

I was toying around on the UTD website and I found last semester's syllabus for tonight's class. ELEVEN pages. That is a lot of pages for a syllabus, isn't it? There's mention of a required study guide which the bookstore didn't have. Mention of way too many papers. And I thought statistics would be hard. *sigh* At least there are no papers. I wish I liked math and was good at it, so I could major in math and never have to write a paper. That'd be cool. It looks like participation will be part of my grade, too. Participation? No, way. I am not a participator. I hate participators. You people need to shut the fuck up and let the rest of us get what we paid for so we can go home. Last night, I even thought of a question in class, but I sure as hell wasn't going to ask it. I don't ask questions. I know that's stupid, but I am really painfully shy. I can't stand to talk in front of people. I stutter. I bet you didn't know that about me. My words get confused in my mind, and I forget what I'm saying. It sucks.

After seeing this syllabus, I call The Muffin at work. "I'm dropping it." "Are you really?" Of course I'm not! Geezus. Dawn of 5 years ago might have. (Avoiding work is a very distinct pattern in my life.) Dawn Of Almost Thirty understands that playtime is over. She thinks it blows chunks, but she understands this. I'm hoping the syllabus for a night class will be much different. Either way, I'll let you know.