The Dark-Eyed Mistress of Sweet, Sweet Pain (jenni_the_odd) wrote,
The Dark-Eyed Mistress of Sweet, Sweet Pain
jenni_the_odd

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Spring '07. Supposed to be my last semester. Is not. Damn.

  • Corporate Finance - This is a retake. Curiously enough, and despite all mathematical logic, I passed my Microeconomic Theory class. I completely tanked the CF final, however, landing me with a D for the semester. If it were any other class I would have gone on my merry little way, but it's (a) required for my major and (b) presumably something I'll actually need to know in the future. So I'm retaking it. With the same professor, since I lessthanthree him, and his teaching methods are great when I'm not placing the course last on my priorities list because my other professors are INSANE. Unfortunately, the administration pulled him in favor of a different professor who apparently loathes writing on the board and insists we do everything on the calculator instead of knowing the formulas and being able to do it by hand. Since she's here fresh off a job in Corporate Finance, she does know what applies in the real world, but still. I don't actually dislike her, but the shift in teaching styles irritates me tremendously because I do not handle change well. And because I specifically signed up for the other prof. Grr.
  • Theory of Economic Development - Interesting. The professor is laid-back and fun to talk to. The people in the class are interesting. Several are smartasses, which pleases me greatly (and even more so when the prof sasses them back, as he loves to do). One girl seems nice and bright enough, but completely oblivious. For example, I brought up the book Freakonomics, and the prof summarized one of the studies in it as "They said that, if you want to decrease the crime rate, legalize abortion for African-Americans*." This girl turned to me and said "Is it illegal for them?" I shook my head and wondered what rock she had been living under.
  • Integrated Advertising and Marketing Communications - Or, as it was called when I enrolled, "Advertising Methods". The prof wanted the new name. I love this professor, she's smart and incredibly passionate about the subject. She LOVES marketing and all associated topics, and is very up-to-date on what is one of the most rapidly changing industries around. She is also just adorable. My other adorable professor left (see Corporate Finance), so this pleases me. For my group project (it's just me and another girl), I'm analyzing the marketing efforts of Petco. I am totally going to go to Petco, play with the animals, and claim it as research.
  • Marketing Research - Same professor as IAMC (which I refer to as "my Advertising class", because it is just too much trouble to say "Integrated Advertising and Marketing Communications" all the time). Both are business electives, which I apparently needed. This class involves actually putting together surveys and the like.
  • Creative Writing: Poetry - This class was such a mistake, omigod. I originally wanted to sign up for the Shakespeare course, but the system said first that I didn't have the credits necessary (I do, but it hates to admit it. Did the same thing last semester), then that the class was closed. So I reasoned that since I couldn't have the class I wanted, at least I could take something from a professor I knew I liked. The only upper-level course my professor from last semester's Perspectives on World Lit class offered was this one. I ran around for a while getting her permission to join up, then getting the English Department chair's signature, blah blah registrarcakes, only to get to the class and realize... I hate poetry. I have for a long time, now. I just have a very visceral reaction to it, it's too personal and requires me to take myself and everyone else WAY too seriously. And now not only do I have to write the damn stuff, I have to try to peer-edit other people's, and read mine aloud in front of 19 other individuals. Keep in mind, I freak the hell out over a significant portion of my essays and papers, just knowing that the professor will read them. And by 'freak out', I mean 'turn them in, then head quickly to the nearest, emptiest bathroom and cry in a stall for a while until I stop shaking'. I may vomit. I am not even joking. I would drop the class, but I am stuck. I need upper-level English credit, and I can't switch to any other class without having to rearrange the rest of my schedule. And I love the rest of my schedule (well, I did, before the CF prof dropped us, but now it's too late to change). Without this English credit, I can't take the last few classes I need for my major. It's the reason I'm taking yet another semester to graduate. And I love the people in it. So many wacky, interesting, creative people who are so easy to get along with, and oh god, I've missed that so much while I've been taking business courses. So now I get to see if I can bullshit my way through this. It will not be easy. It may require me to actually take myself seriously, and I am being completely honest when I say that not taking myself seriously allows me to distance myself from myself sufficiently enough that I do not spend several hours every day debating whether or not it's really, truly worth it to not commit suicide.

    So, yeah. That will be fun.

    Am feeling more hostility towards Valentine's Day than I have in years. I suspect the whole "still not over the ex" thing has a lot to do with that. Also the "crazy hormonal, oh, hello again, period" thing might be having some sort of influence. Just a bit. I want my reproductive system to just GO AWAY, I am SICK of crying all the time (I am so not even kidding. I lose count of how many times a day I tear up, with absolutely nothing triggering it. I loathe this, but I know it will go away when my girlbits stop leaking).

    There is a What Not to Wear marathon on TV right now. This pleases me. I love this show, because I am absolutely fascinated by (a) fashion and (b) how to dress different body types. It is also the only makeover-type show I can stomach, since they forego any sort of plastic surgery sort of thing, opting instead for a mantra of dressing the body that you have, dressing it well, and loving it, regardless of size or perceived imperfections. As much of the show as I have watched, I am probably qualified to become a personal wardrobe consultant. And I cry like a baby at the end of every show, without fail, because I cry at everything. Also because the people who get the new wardrobe always seem to come to terms with themselves and their problems with their bodies, and they always seem so happy and self-confident. And it's kind of depressing, since I am pretty sure I will never feel that way. I don't know how much of it is genuine and how much is just saying what the director tells them to say, but it seems realistic, so.

    *This is a gross oversimplification, and ignores compeletely the actual conclusion of the study - children who are wanted and whose parent(s) are able to provide and care for them are much more likely to avoid things like gangs, drugs, crime, etc.. Giving women of low socio-economic status access to good information about sexual health, birth control and abortion services, and therefore giving them the ability to take control of how many children they have and when, results in the children they do have being better cared for and less likely to remain in poverty or fall in with drug use, gang problems, and the like. The fact that such a disproportionate percentage of low-income women to whom the study applies are African-American or Hispanic is a seperate issue that needs to be addressed seperately (do not mistake this for dismissal of the subject; it does need to be addressed, desperately). However, I realize I cannot expect a professor at a Catholic university to take a positive stance on a study saying access to birth control and legal abortion can have positive effects for individuals or society in general.
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