I did pretty poorly on my midterm for my journalism class today. The thought process is as follows:
Shit, I did pretty poorly.
Wtf? I should have gotten points for that question.
Well the three points wouldn’t have mattered.
Those last two questions that created the hit in my grade were ridiculous questions anyway.
I wish he would quit yammering on.
Wtf, I studied!
Wait, why do I even care? I’m only doing this to keep my job and all I need is a C.
Why is he still yammering on over the same question? UGH.
I don’t hate the class. There are some things about it that annoys me but its nothing I can’t zone out and deal with. However, the whole idea of taking a class that won’t benefit me (since I don’t intend to ever go into journalism) and that the grade won’t even matter if I do decide to pursue a master’s degree doesn’t sit well with me. It isn’t like my art class, where at least I have fun doing the work, no. I sit in a stupid journalism class with an outdated professor whose accent I can’t stand with classmates with classmates I don’t really like, doing enough to get by with a C so I can keep my underpaid, 16-hr-a-week student assistant’s job.
All of it is so. Pathetic.
Time to quit screwing around, Karen.
I don’t plan to go into teaching right now. I don’t think I’m good enough and I don’t have the same desire to teach like I did from when I was younger. My life isn’t so bad right now either. I graduated without taking any loans so having a job isn’t really required unless my parents kick me out. If I can let myself become a total freeloader, this life is something I can totally get used to. But I don’t really like myself this way :/ And I guess, flipping out over a poor midterm grade was all it took for me to really get motivated to find something to do with my life.