Manbearpig aka guest blogger

Guest blogger, at your service!

Know what grinds my gears? Sticks in my craw? Bleeping pisses me off? The fact that I'm a second semester senior, with a job, and yet teacher's keep giving me work. Don't they know I'm not going to do it? And if I do bestow them with the honor of doing homework, it's going to be a minimal effort at best? Shouldn't Villanova offer a "senior" track for the spring? Classes where the teacher and students mutually give up and everyone goes home happy, and possibly intoxicated.

Because, I've gotten this far, 7 1/2 semesters should show that I'm mildly competent that I really shouldn't have to make any further displays of my academic prowess. And for all you teachers, I know you hate teaching second semester seniors, and it's not like we like it any better. We'd much rather be sitting around all day and not expanding our cultural and academic horizons. However, some of us still need health insurance, and the only way to do that is to incur 12 credits. At this point, I'm regretting my choice to stay a full time student and mooch off my parents - I should have called Blue Cross.

But so it goes. While I'm not intentionally trying to be outright rude and a pain in your tuchas, I simply do not have enough room in my social calendar for your homework. If I had any association with you other than 10:30 in the morning (I don't care what everyone says about the real world, 10:30 is still too early on a friday morning), and you being the person that makes me feel guilty for opting to have fun instead of staying at home to do the work that I have become so accustomed to putting first in my life for the past 18 years. Maybe if you had bought me a beer, or had been cool about handing in that project late, I'd feel obliged to put you ahead of quizzo.

However, you have done none of these. So I will not do anything you ask of me. So I will continue to show up to class, but really just day dreaming and writing down whatever's on the board, but pulling up my lap top to surf facebook or talk on aim to the person in the row behind me. And you will continue to teach to the juniors in the class, and we'll all go home mildly disgruntled and try to avoid eye contact if we ever see each other outside of that stupid classroom.

slainte!