Drabble: Wood (Post-Chosen)

Hmmmm, a long time ago (maybe a week, heh) I said I wanted to do a series of drabbles, post-chosen "20 Stories, 19 Days". You think I forgot? Well, you probably did. At any rate, here's the second drabble. (The first was the Buffy&Dru drabble.)

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Oh my God!

Thank you wonderful person who bought me a whole damn year of livejournal! Squeeee! Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!!

It just never ends.

Like every single class I have ever had in my life, we have a 7-8 page research paper due at the end of the semester in Sex and Gender. This is so common, so redundant, so goddamned normal that I don't think we should even have to discuss it. Go, write a research paper. Turn it on the day of the final. It's the same process over and over and over. It never changes from class to class.

So why the fuck is such aproblem?

Oh right, because everybody in my sex and gender class is a fucking idiot.
Oh yeah, and about 95% of them are seniors. And yet, writing a paper is a mystery to them. My professor used a big word liek "hypothesis" and said "I don't want a book report" and it completely threw them for a loop. They had no idea.
"Should we state our opinion?"
"A research paper isn't a term paper."
"Do you want a term paper?"
"So we should write a book report?"
"We need to have scholarly sources? Will birth control pamplets do?"
I don't like complaining about these people but good god almight!

I don't understand why they didn't understand that a hypothesis is a thesis statement. But then, most of them didn't know what a thesis statement was either. Some days, I'm so overwhelmed. And appalled. Mostly appalled.

Also I'm pissed because the only Dryars Fruit Bar the Circle K had was Lime and it's all...well...limey. But I paid $1 for it, so I will eat it...I will presevere.

I need a "You're a fucking idiot" icon. Or something.