the Elemental Me

I'm kind of a recluse, and I've started to realize the need to be more public so I don't start losing my friends during High School and the turmoil following...so here I am.

Monday, February 21, 2005

god damn.

I just got the first non-A on a paper since senior year. It was a C, and late, so a D+.

I hate the assignments in which you're supposed to write about something you will be experiencing. There's NO FUCKING THING TO SAY. I'm volunteering at a domestic abuse counseling center called Someplace Safe, and we had to do a pre-service assignment:

I hadn't met my director, I hadn't talked to anyone about what I would be doing (there was a short synopsis when we signed up, but it was a few things that a group of interns would split up between themselves. So, basically, I had no real idea of what I was going to be doing.

One of the things we were supposed to consider in the paper was how what we had done in class related to the project...not only had we done anything other than vaguely define the term "sociological imagination", which means considering all aspects of a sociological event objectively (which could just be called "critical thinking"...but then, I'm sure that no one's familiar with that term), but we also hadn't done anything for the actual project yet.

"Relate the intro chapter we've read to the project you haven't done and have hardly defined."

AND THEN! AND THEN!

And then she asks us to envision applying our sociological imaginations to the assignment!

How the FUCK are you supposed to write that?

ARGH!

1 Comments:

At 12:43 AM, Blogger evan said...

No worries other than my GPA being a 2.45 because of French last semester, so now I am off to a very bad start the semester I wanted to do really well. Fuck.

 

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