Okay, I'm done with my policy of general vagueness towards my second semester at college. It was shit.
What I hoped to accomplish did not and will not happen. The heart I put into my work is tantamount to, I dunno, nothing? I failed to reestablish the lovely college balance that existed last semester. My relationship with French is tenuous again--and again, the question: do I like these things just because I'm good at them and because of the teachers I get? Shit, give me an English class where I don't have to write essays. Give me an English class where all I have to do is put my all into class participation. I can't even count how many Tufts students ought to fail at class participation! Ugh. Let me learn from comedy and don't depress me with nihilism-inducing stories where not much happens. Baudelaire's a douche. Where's the organization in Linear Algebra? If this course is so common, why do I have so little faith in the idea that everyone's learning the same thing? And then Japanese, which has also become dry.
Understand this; oui, understand this,
but don't take me back to the Prep.
Me writing that makes me smile.
Good night.
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