I may seem uncharitable, but I have to rant a little. My philosophy class has no attendance policy, and attendance doesn’t seem to be closely related to class performance.
Being my last class, I find myself skipping more and more and more and more…and you get the point.
I have nothing against the class except one girl, whom we shall call Sally.
Let’s just say she’s of the redheaded bossy persuasion. Very well spoken, except that you want to kill yourself when she raises a point in class. I’ve never seen someone so obsessed with minutia and hearing their own voice pontificate and delve into matters of philosophy that no one cares about to try to discern truth.
She literally thinks she’s smarter than Descarte or Plato, or any other philosopher. “”But <attitude> that makes no sense at all. Isn’t it obvious that blah blah blah blah blah.”"
She’s also the type that uses prayer requests as a personal blog where she can complain about her life.
Today was the perfect storm. We got to hear how she eloped, and her parents disinherited her from $500,000 dollars, she’s living in a car, her new husband’s mom has cancer, her Aunt Frita’s parakeet may have a stomach ulcer, etc.
And this is bad…but I had to keep myself from laughing. It was just awkward. When someone asks for prayer requests, they want “”Pray for me, I’m struggling financially.”" Everyone can then nod their head and say “”Oh, she must have money problems.”" They don’t want to hear all of the embarassing gorey details.
Anyway, the rest of you know people like this. And you think things like this.
At least that’s what I’m going to tell myself as I push the magic button to turn this into reality.
Peaches and cream,
Clifton
#1 by Harley Marshall at August 1st, 2010
i had an ulcer last year because i am fond of skipping meals and working too hard. it was quite painful`*.