I’m doing that thing that I do when I have a ton of work due on Thursday, a stack of essays to grade and Back to School Night to plan for. I don’t like to use the word “procrastination” but I think its got a nasty connotation. I’m not putting things off, I’m simply doing stuff that’s infinitely more important at this moment which are the following: texting my fwb/sidepiece to see if he’s as bored as I am, not updating my googleapps page because the internet/printing/network/AC are all broken at my job (it’s like teaching with stone tablets in this place today), plucking my eyebrows and eating an egg salad sandwich. Obviously all top priorities.
Something came over me part way through my three week break between teaching the delinquents (see: overachievers) of summer school and the regular overachievers at regular school. I decided that I would be able to handle full time work and full time graduate school. Why, might you ask? Obviously because I am a crazy person who hates herself, never wants to have a social life / new boyfriend, and is too busy pushing the glasses back up on the bridge of her nose to get her head out of her ass. Yep. That’s me.
And I wanted to share with you what I learned this first week of the semester. These classes that I am paying a fortune for (side bar, I LOVE school. I will go to school forever. I will also complain incessantly about how much it costs because I am a raging liberal and I think education should be free for everyone. Always. Sorry, I’m not sorry) Anyway this week I learned that Christopher Columbus was a pirate, America was founded by a pornographer/ renaissance hipster scumbag (Vespucci) and that the American education system is the way it is because the very first settlers wanted to objectify, vilify, and ruin the lives of Native Americans from day one. THAT doesn’t sound much like the version of American history I received in Mr. Winkler’s AP US 2 class, or in all those cute Columbus Day cards, does it? I mean, I knew it wasn’t all sugar and spice, but really, America was founded on the ideals of keeping the poor man down?
I just don’t know how more outraged I can possibly be. I just don’t have time in my usual daily rants to include a ten minute diatribe on the evils of Puritans. If graduate school is just going to make me more angry, more liberal, and more broke – maybe I should reconsider? (too bad I’m half way done, sigh)
