Regurgitating my Rage
Political Geography is in sepia tone. I don’t know why, but every time I step into this class I feel like I’m in the 1940’s, sitting on Marx’s lap.
The discussions are so shallow. Sometimes I wish the bus I take on the way here would flip over so I wouldn’t have to attend and have my intellect raped.
Maybe I’m overreacting. The mayonnaise sandwich I just had is making me queasy.
I have to pretend to pay attention and act as though this debate isn’t the lamest thing since The Little Mermaid 2.
Update: I think the professor is a right wing American republican. This is disconcerting. A Qatari Tea Partier.