In a poetry class now, now as in "this semester". I'm getting a similar feeling as I did from being an art major. Self importance, over confidence, judgment. I realize that to learn, we must take ourselves seriously, but... well, this level of it is somewhat nauseating. I like art for its jubilation, its expression, its ability to let us laugh at ourselves through words, language and form. I didn't want this to increase my misanthropy. I went in with HOPE. Bright and soaring. But people are selfish and boring. Myself likely included. But if everyone else gets their delusions, I get mine.
At least the grad student prof has calmed down a bit. She had claws out in the beginning. Maybe now she realizes nobody in this class poses a challenge.
I have a damn paper due in a few hours and two one pagers due tomorrow for poetry.
I like school, but I fucking hate school.
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