Well, week five of the semester is upon me...

I’m roughly 1/3rd of the way through this semester, and I feel like I haven’t learned a single damn thing. For the record, this isn’t any prof's fault. They're doing the best they can to teach in a system that they admit is broken and wrong. But, to say that I’m disillusioned and growing increasingly pissed off would be an incredible understatement. 

No, I’m not about to drop out of college over one terrible class or all of the useless classes I've taken so far. But, I can’t help but question why I’m even in college if I can just get an education elsewhere for a much cheaper (and/or free) price. 

Now, why is this? Well… it all started with a shitty little system called Delta Math that not even my college algebra prof has been able to fully figure out. For the last five weeks, I’ve worked myself sick trying to figure out what answers DM accepts, and I’m still nowhere closer to figuring out what DM wants than when I first began this semester. 

At first, I blamed myself for DM’s bullshit till A) I did some refresher content on Khan Academy, B) watched some refresher content on Youtube, and C) brought my work to the professor who agreed that I got the correct answers (and therefore did the math correctly), but told me that he had no say in how the class was being run because he didn’t create the course. 

“If it were up to me, I’d do things very differently.” my prof told the class last week, “But, unfortunately, the content in this class never was up to me. So, we’re all just going to have to work through it together.”

In other words, everyone taking the algebra class knows that it’s fucked up beyond repair, the prof also knows that it’s fucked up beyond repair, but because of some dumb politics reasons I can’t even begin to understand (let alone explain), it won’t be fixed this semester. So, we’re all just gonna suffer through it… or drop out (depends on how quickly I completely burn myself out). 

As for my English class, everything's going great. It's painfully easy, actually. My English prof is having a hard time getting the bulk of his students to do their work. Last week, I was one of only three students in a class of thirty to turn in the first essay of the year on time. It was pretty clear the prof was frustrated with those twenty-seven students, especially when he frustratedly thanked the three of us who actually bothered to do any of the work. 

Worse, none of us three who did any of the work are soon-to-be teachers. Personally, I still have no idea what I want to do after college. At this point, I'm tempted to think that maybe getting my memoir out there would be more reliable (and far less painful) than getting a college education (ok, I'm being a little sarcastic and grumpy...or am I?).

Oh well... At least nobody can ride my coattails in my English 1022 class, especially because my chosen research topic is about Mule Deer, and almost nobody else in that class knows what a Mule Deer is, let alone the fact that their numbers are steadily declining and nobody knows why. 

But, I digress... I'm very scatter-brained these days.