I’m taking summer classes (15 hours, no longer 18, as had been previously reported to some) in order to graduate and get out of here more quickly. I must complete this infantile stage of my life and move on to graduate school somewhere outside Utah. There is no alternative, short of violent insanity.
For those who try to talk to me sometimes, this semester will be more insane than the last, even. My average course difficulty last semester was 3129, or for those of you who are in “hundreds” schools, 313, which is your basic junior level. My average course difficulty this semester is 4341 (or 434 for those in the hundreds) which places me solidly into the senior level classes, and I have one more class than I did last semester. I also have three graduate-level classes (5000 or above) to complete this summer, and the semester covers the same amount of material as a normal semester, but does it in 2.5 months instead of 4. This is going to be interesting, but if all goes well, it means that I will graduate in Spring, 2001, or if I decide to double up my major with both English and Anthropology, Summer, 2001.
I hate American culture. Take me away from here, somebody. I may be a leftover Marxist… I hate capitalism, sensationalism, egocentrism, ethocentrism, racketeering, uncountable numbers of sexual partners notched into every single bedpost, and the endless crowds of drugged-out continuously boffing kids in my own and the younger generations who seem never to have heard of the 1970’s and how stupid everyone felt afterward.