Ah yes, the familiar rush of the end-of-semester shitstorm. Where professors assume they do you a favor by making projects due the last week of class, they are actually cackling like [I imagine...] Daumer cackled, as they shift the calendar, single handedly condemning me to yet another visit to panicattackville.
Then of course theres the "Grand Finale Project" that professors who are new to teaching a particular course LOVE to come up with. Its like their working us in a sweatshop, conducting our Nike sewing into a crescendo of tears and uncertainty.
Take for instance, my class: The professor decided FIRST to make us 'spotlight' someone in the community who does meaningful things without recognition. COOL. STORY. BRO.
Then, during the last few weeks, comes flying at us like a Jap on Pearl Harbor, she decides she wants a portfolio of our work throughout the semester. And OH WHATS THAT?! Design it to look like a newspaper or a book or something! WOULDNT THAT BE FUN?!??! Bitch, this isnt magazine design.
May the fleas of a million hobos infest your relaxer burnt weave you wretched, sinister woman.
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