Can’t believe I’m getting a B in “Intro to Film” because I skipped the screening of Singin’ in the Rain to have margaritas with the boyfriend. Who knew the final would be 30% plot questions on that damn Arthur Freedman vehicle? Moral of the story: DON’T SKIP YOUR CLASSES, KIDS. Also, don’t let your adviser trick you into not taking things Pass/Fail when you want to take them Pass/Fail.
In good news, almost done with the semester. Can’t wait to start reading all the books that, as an English major, I’m ashamed I haven’t read. Yay to finishing Huck Finn and Moby-Dick. But I’m just going to keep nodding my head when Austen comes up, because seriously, I can’t do that shit anymore. It’s OK though; I’m a “Professional Writing Option,” whatever the fuck that means. Want some amateurishly coded DITA PDFs?! A GRANT PROPOSAL?? I can write those. Don’t ask me about contemporary literature though because I don’t have an opinion. I probably shouldn’t even read The Awl.
