I wanna eat my transcript right now. That’s how much it means to me. You’re seriously telling me that I spend some 4-odd years trying to get this damn piece of paper that’s supposed to mean I’m smart, and it all comes down to me sitting in an office handing my fate over to a fat, bitter, Spanish man? Wearing a De La Soul shirt??
I’ve known all this time what the damn “requirements” are in the literature department at this school. I’m not stupid- I know what “requirement” means, I just disagree with the idea of choosing what I’m going to invest my time and energy into based on some standardized requirements. Yeah, bite me, I’m an over-privileged, white liberal arts student. What of it?
And I’ve done the requirements, or well, I’m doing them, I’ll do them all. But then this turd is going to rest my transcript on his fat shelf and tell me that some of them may not “count”? And he’s going to tell me he “hates” my idea for senior work?
I’ll tell you what idea I hate: I hate that administrators and other, random authorities of the like, have all this power, didn’t do a thing to deserve it and don’t give a shit about what happens to any of us.