Angry Blogger 1

Corey and I have been meaning to kick off this angry blogger shit, but we've just been super peaceful recently and haven't felt the need to rant about anything. Right now, im sitting in my 3 hour forensic anthro class and im livid! I need that rant so here goes..
'Fuck wack rappers' is a common phrase round here, but right now im saying 'fuck wack professors.' Im paying, I should say, borrowing ridiculous sums of money every semester to get a good education at Hofstra University. I was fortunate enough to have been accepted with several scholarships that help to ease the pain, but as most of us are aware of, these loans are gonna stick with me for years to come. I understand that the best investment you can make is in yourself, so I don't stress too much about it while im here. However when I feel that my money is going to waste, it gets to me, I feel the pain in my stomach, and right now I feel like hurling my overpriced, coliseum beef and barley soup all over the projector.
This professor is god-awful. She barely knows how to pronounce the majority of terms that she skips breezily through as she teaches exclusively from powerpoint. slides, scratch that, she falls short of teaching, merely giving slight supplements to the vague slides she hurries through and then expecting us to learn the rest from our books. Im broke, I didn't get the books, my fault, I know, but when im doing an inclass activity and I ask for your help on how to measure a humerus bone, and you're my professor, you don't tell me to look in the book, you get your fat ass up, come over and show me hands-on how to measure that shit. I mean, I know the book is necessary to supplement the class lessons with further necessary knowledge, but when im payin a couple thousand yuckos for your time in this blooodclott class, when I ask for your help, you better fuckin help me! If it were the other way, as the professor seems to see it, I could have just spent a hundred on the book, taught myself (which is ultimately what we have to do in this shithole) and saved myself the time and money and all the pain that goes along with losing either one if not both.
I know you might be thinking 'if you're so worried about wasting your time and money, why are you blogging in class?'' first of all, fuck you hahaha nah, but seriously I feel like im doing more for myself and my life by getting this shit off my chest right now. Otherwise im listening to this woman blabber about what she barely knows for 3 hours, when in the end I will have to teach myself. Also, everytime I look at this 'doctor' I can vividly imagine my borrowed money carelessly floating down and bursting into intense, fleeting flames and settling into the nothingness that permeates this proLesser's measly mind. Time to raise some hell and take my eductaion back out of her flubbering hands. Thanks for listening people.
Angry blogger out
Peace and love
-W