%&#*! Homework!!!!

I am so fed up with this architectural history class that I am going on strike. I am not doing homework all weekend.

That's all I've been doing for the last three weekends: homework. For this ONE class! Because the ditzy little teacher has a Napoleonic complex that has her believing that her class is the only one that matters. And she assigns homework and projects accordingly. We had two large projects due and a test last week. And we have two even larger projects due shortly after Thanksgiving recess.

It's so aggravating because this is the best time of the year to be in Phoenix. Daytime temperatures are in the 70s and 80s. And I have wasted many beautiful weekends compiling data for and creating architectural history notebooks. Well, %&#* that $#!T! I'm taking my family sailing today.

Homework aside, the instructor for this class is such a piece of...work! Our latest assignment is a group project. We have to profile a historic furniture designer. Topics were assigned by drawing little slips of paper with the subject's name on them. When I doubted the spelling of our guy's name, she responded in a snippy, high pitched tone: "Yep! That's the right spelling!" I put my hands on my hips and looked down my nose at her: "Really?" I said in my best skeptical Alexis Carrington voice, "We'll see".

Am I to believe that every single solitary research website is wrong and the Allison Sugarbaker of college instructors is right? I wanted to ask her that, but I was too big of a chicken $#!T. Besides, I have to tolerate this insufferable woman for a few more weeks.

Sort of. According to the spring course catalog, she is teaching the modern architecture class--a class I need for my degree. NOOOOO!!!! I have grappled back and forth as to whether I should take the class. I have decided against it. There are other classes I want to take more, anyway. And if I'm lucky, a different instructor will be teaching that class a few semesters from now.

I'm really looking forward to the end of the semester...especially the part when we get to fill out performance evaluations on our instructors. My mouth is watering just thinking about that one. I plan on commenting about her lack of empathy toward a student who couldn't afford the $100+ textbook (he ended up having to drop the class.) I will comment about her incessant whining about the slowness of the computer (all her lectures are on PowerPoint). I will rant about how slow she is about getting the PowerPoint slides installed onto the student server (we need to study these for the tests). I will gripe about how she's nonchalant about her own mistakes but openly dresses down the class for theirs.

I could go on and on. Suffice it to say, when and if Miss Allison asks me if I'm taking the modern architecture class, I'm going to smile and say: "Not if you're teaching it!"