<09:17 p.m.>sooo sooo good.
i would like to take this opportunity to rant about a certain class of mine, like anyone cares. This would be design history at O.C.A.D. as "instructed" by Robert Fones.
Okay, I realized this class was beneath me from word go and quickly began bringing in a host of stimuli to keep me awake and busy for the three hours that this class occupies. Stimuli including, but not limited to: some yarn to crochet a large blanket with, MacWorld, various other computer magazines, food (specifically channa roti from Island Foods but more likely hummus with extra hot sauce and a few pitas. PITAS!!) David Foster Wallace's 'Brief Interviews with Hideous Men', my Hello Kitty discman, stationary to compose letters to the following people: Michael, Christopher, Jason, Justin....
That said, i showed up for class today, all set to have an epiphany at the hands of Mr. Fucking I-can't-even-pronounce-Wagner-right, and alas, I was disapointed. Below I have prepared a list of quotes/dialogue that occured during the first 2 hours of the class. Also known as the only 2 hours I was there. The teacher is referred to as "brilliantine"
"Okay. Today I'm going to continue talking about modernism. (2 seconds later) I don't think we've talked about modernism before."
me: Not much of a continuation IS IT. (didn't hear me)
Then he says how he doesn't have our midterms back for us because it was really hard to grade them.
foreign pompous jerk guy: well eef eet meks you feel better eet was very hard to stoddy for eet too.
me: was it? (didn't hear me)
stupid girl: I found it was really easy to study for if you did it like that show, you know "doo doo doo doo.."(jeopardy theme)
brilliantine: Who Wants to Be A Millionaire?
me: JEOPARDY?!?! (heard me) Fucking MORONS. (didn't hear me)
Then he defines the word 'contingent.' (thanks!) and that's my cue to bust out the walkman.
Later on, between songs I hear him say something about modernity and then "...Modernism with a capital L" and it should be noted that while he *did* correct this mistake, it took him longer to do so than the average monkey.
After the cd ended for the second time, I decided to pay attention and gather some more joke fodder. It didn't take long. On the wall is a slide of some of Oskar Schlemmer's dance students from the Bauhaus.
Some girl: Yeah, I have a question about the dances? Like, I don't recognize any of the characters, are they all like...fictionous?
Dude! Did her special ed teacher FORGET to teach her even the most basic of descriptive wordy-poos?
Then we watch a video of the dances (wherein, I presume, the girl, again, didn't recognize any of the "characters" as I believe this film was made before Disney's Stars on Ice)
girl: Could you write down the dance teacher's name?
OSKAR SCHLEMMER (on chalkboard)
There might be an I in there somewhere. (checks notebook) nope. that's it.
Where the FUCK could there POSSIBLY ever exist and 'i'?!!!!
OSKAR fucking SCHLEMMER!!!
Then it was break time again and I bailed. Someone please remind me why I turned down Johns Hopkins?