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Sunday, September 5, 2004 1:30:49 PM
So I waste my seventh entry in this little journal ranting about Psychology class.
Don't get me wrong, I enjoy Psychology class, I just don't like having to do all these worksheets. And one's due on Tuesday, about understanding adolescence. Dude even misspelt adolescence in the worksheet. Hah. That makes me feel a little better.
Anyway, it's annoying how I'd have to "interview" my parents just to do this stupid thing. Even made me consider saying I'm legally emancipated, so I have no parents. Hah. But I thought, all that trouble just to worm myself out of a worksheet. Why not do it the way I always did. Bullshit.
Bullshitting has helped me get through my academic life since I was in grade school. As a wee lass, I already knew how to shit my way out of doing things. But back then, we called it, "paikot-ikot," or saying things repeatedly, only rephrasing it, taking the reader round and round the topic. In my school, that worked like a charm. It got me through high school too, only in high school, we called it, "hilohan," or confusing the hell out of the reader by doing the same thing, sometimes even without tackling the point. Our works even bordered on logical fallacies, but our incompetent teachers never really noticed.
In college, well, bullshitting still gets me through but not by much. Some teachers are sharper than shrapnel while some are still as dull as safety scissors.
So college has made me realise how really crappy my foundations are, and thankfully, I know enough to strengthen my foundations so I wouldn't collapse. Maybe that's what got me into this college. Maybe not.
Bah. I'm off to tackle these integrals now.
Don't get me wrong, I enjoy Psychology class, I just don't like having to do all these worksheets. And one's due on Tuesday, about understanding adolescence. Dude even misspelt adolescence in the worksheet. Hah. That makes me feel a little better.
Anyway, it's annoying how I'd have to "interview" my parents just to do this stupid thing. Even made me consider saying I'm legally emancipated, so I have no parents. Hah. But I thought, all that trouble just to worm myself out of a worksheet. Why not do it the way I always did. Bullshit.
Bullshitting has helped me get through my academic life since I was in grade school. As a wee lass, I already knew how to shit my way out of doing things. But back then, we called it, "paikot-ikot," or saying things repeatedly, only rephrasing it, taking the reader round and round the topic. In my school, that worked like a charm. It got me through high school too, only in high school, we called it, "hilohan," or confusing the hell out of the reader by doing the same thing, sometimes even without tackling the point. Our works even bordered on logical fallacies, but our incompetent teachers never really noticed.
In college, well, bullshitting still gets me through but not by much. Some teachers are sharper than shrapnel while some are still as dull as safety scissors.
So college has made me realise how really crappy my foundations are, and thankfully, I know enough to strengthen my foundations so I wouldn't collapse. Maybe that's what got me into this college. Maybe not.
Bah. I'm off to tackle these integrals now.
