Class Ramblings
Jan. 29th, 2004 01:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
misanagiI wrote this yesterday in one of my classes, "Modernismo Latinoamericano" if you want to know. I wrote this in the hour and a half the class lasted and the last line was taken from the teacher's mouth. (I translated it, of course).
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I really don’t know how he does it. I mean, clearly no one is paying attention but he is still talking. I should be sorry for him or something but I’m not. I’m feeling very apathetic today.
Still, I look at him from time to time and nod my head as I think it’s expected, taking the role of an interested student, which I am not. You may think I’m lazy, most of my friends do, but I’m not that bad, really.
The point is that I’m tired, it’s been a long day and being stuck in a small classroom, listening to a boring lecture isn’t exactly my definition of fun. I’m sleepy too. I keep asking myself, why I am forced to wake up at an ungodly hour every day? Some of you may laugh but nine o’clock is in ungodly enough for me.
Sometimes I wonder why am I doing this if I don’t really want to. I’m not naïve; I know that you must make some sacrifices to achieve what you want but what happens if you don’t know if you want it anymore.
I raise my head from the paper and meet my friend’s eyes. She looks just as bored as I am. I smile at her and stuck my tongue out. Childish, I know, but at least I made her laugh.
We were all drinking earlier today, just having some beers in a café near by. Everyone is so stressed. "I have to read", "I have to study", "there isn’t enough time!" it’s the second week and everyone is already falling apart. Okay, I admit it, I’m overreacting but I can just hear the future right now, talking to me with that calm and fateful voice: "You shall hear this for the next four months; you shall write long and frustrating essays; you shall you shall spend sleepless nights the last week of classes, paying for the semester’s procrastination." I think that’s the moment it hit me. I’m doomed, trapped in this exasperating routine and there is no way out.
I glance at my watch. Twenty minutes to go. Just twenty minutes and I can go home, lie on my bed and watch TV, go online or maybe take a nap. Just forget about the day for a while and be my happy lazy self.
Everyone has their own way of going though the day; mine is daydreaming. I’m no longer in this claustrophobic classroom, the other students are disappearing and the ugly gray walls are melting into a new and more pleasant setting. I’m in my room now. The small uncomfortable desk is gone and my bed has taken its place. I’m lying back, contented with my four pillows. There is a good movie on HBO and I can just relax as I eat some chocolate cake and-
God I’m hungry! (Hey, I never said that the daydreaming thing was flawless.)
I look at the watch again. What the fuck! Seventeen minutes left, seventeen! All that daydreaming and I’m only three minutes ahead. You need to admit that time is definitely a relative thing. It even has the ability to go backwards when it’s trapped in this hellish dimension we call class.
I know, I know, I’m overreacting again but you have to understand, I’m bored, sleepy tired and hungry! My imagination is getting the better of me and that guy’s monotone isn’t helping at all.
Stop that! I can just hear you thinking that I’m young and I shouldn’t complain so much. 'Juventud divino tesoro'[1] yeah right! This is my youth, this exact moment and I don’t find it very treasury right now.
I don’t know if the rest of the people here are feeling optimistic at all but I can guaranty you, at least, that they are bored out of their minds.
You caught me at a bad time. I’m going to grab a beer as soon as I leave, meet me at the café and I’m sure I’ll be in a better mood.
Oh, finally! He’s saying the magic words, "Until next time."
[1] Youth divine treasure: This is a common Spanish saying.
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I really don’t know how he does it. I mean, clearly no one is paying attention but he is still talking. I should be sorry for him or something but I’m not. I’m feeling very apathetic today.
Still, I look at him from time to time and nod my head as I think it’s expected, taking the role of an interested student, which I am not. You may think I’m lazy, most of my friends do, but I’m not that bad, really.
The point is that I’m tired, it’s been a long day and being stuck in a small classroom, listening to a boring lecture isn’t exactly my definition of fun. I’m sleepy too. I keep asking myself, why I am forced to wake up at an ungodly hour every day? Some of you may laugh but nine o’clock is in ungodly enough for me.
Sometimes I wonder why am I doing this if I don’t really want to. I’m not naïve; I know that you must make some sacrifices to achieve what you want but what happens if you don’t know if you want it anymore.
I raise my head from the paper and meet my friend’s eyes. She looks just as bored as I am. I smile at her and stuck my tongue out. Childish, I know, but at least I made her laugh.
We were all drinking earlier today, just having some beers in a café near by. Everyone is so stressed. "I have to read", "I have to study", "there isn’t enough time!" it’s the second week and everyone is already falling apart. Okay, I admit it, I’m overreacting but I can just hear the future right now, talking to me with that calm and fateful voice: "You shall hear this for the next four months; you shall write long and frustrating essays; you shall you shall spend sleepless nights the last week of classes, paying for the semester’s procrastination." I think that’s the moment it hit me. I’m doomed, trapped in this exasperating routine and there is no way out.
I glance at my watch. Twenty minutes to go. Just twenty minutes and I can go home, lie on my bed and watch TV, go online or maybe take a nap. Just forget about the day for a while and be my happy lazy self.
Everyone has their own way of going though the day; mine is daydreaming. I’m no longer in this claustrophobic classroom, the other students are disappearing and the ugly gray walls are melting into a new and more pleasant setting. I’m in my room now. The small uncomfortable desk is gone and my bed has taken its place. I’m lying back, contented with my four pillows. There is a good movie on HBO and I can just relax as I eat some chocolate cake and-
God I’m hungry! (Hey, I never said that the daydreaming thing was flawless.)
I look at the watch again. What the fuck! Seventeen minutes left, seventeen! All that daydreaming and I’m only three minutes ahead. You need to admit that time is definitely a relative thing. It even has the ability to go backwards when it’s trapped in this hellish dimension we call class.
I know, I know, I’m overreacting again but you have to understand, I’m bored, sleepy tired and hungry! My imagination is getting the better of me and that guy’s monotone isn’t helping at all.
Stop that! I can just hear you thinking that I’m young and I shouldn’t complain so much. 'Juventud divino tesoro'[1] yeah right! This is my youth, this exact moment and I don’t find it very treasury right now.
I don’t know if the rest of the people here are feeling optimistic at all but I can guaranty you, at least, that they are bored out of their minds.
You caught me at a bad time. I’m going to grab a beer as soon as I leave, meet me at the café and I’m sure I’ll be in a better mood.
Oh, finally! He’s saying the magic words, "Until next time."
[1] Youth divine treasure: This is a common Spanish saying.
