I cannot even describe the freakin' difficulty this semester brings me, course-ly speaking. (Ha.) So a little rant is in order.
-Ballet:
I'm struggling. My friend asked me how I was doing in there and the only thing I could attribute my dancing and leaping skills to was a flying pork chop. I'm surrounded by 18 year old dance majors with size 0 waists and perfectly arched feet every Monday and Wednesday for an hour. I watch them quickly absorb the new choreography with ease as the professor excitedly rushes over to them to correct their minute mistake, pride glowing from her face as her brain imagines them as future professional dancers that she helped mold. Then there's me. We (about 20 of us) have been in this class for six weeks and she still doesn't even know my name. I'm just "eyes up" and "listen to the rhythm" and "no you may not bring a bottle vodka in here to cry into". Okay that last one isn't true, but you get my drift. Though I can actually say I've learned some things, for the most part I'm just kind of a nuisance. And a frustrated one, at that.
-Physical Science
I don't go to that class. So I don't know.
-Physical Science Lab
Okay. So even IF my "professor" (I think he's a graduate student who wants to exact his revenge on all the poor science-stupid souls in the world) wasn't horrible and I didn't kind of loathe my lab partner (he's just a brat that doesn't really seem to know the definition of personal space)....I would still probably dread this class. The fact that the aforementioned aspects are very, very true makes this class my most hated. Possibly in all of my years at UCO. THAT BAD, Y'ALL. I could rant forever about it, but I don't think my hands are quite ready for the amount of early onset carpal tunnel that would provide. So we'll move on.
-Math
What sucks is for the first time since like...middle school...I really like my professor. She's kind and smart and doesn't make anybody feel stupid. However, math is like a foreign language to me. No, that isn't accurate enough to truly describe the relationship math and I share. Math is from Mars and I am from Venus.....? No. Still not quite there. Math is like those commercials that have cartoons that look JUST LIKE human beings. Like....why didn't you just use the actor that's doing the voice for the cartoon?! Surely it would have been cheaper? And why would you want a cartoon when you could just have a real person? Like if you wanted a tiger, then I get it...a cartoon makes perfect sense. Everybody knows tigers are divas that never learn their lines. BUT A CARTOON THAT IS DRAWN TO LOOK EXACTLY LIKE A REAL PERSON MAKES NO SENSE EVER WHAT?!?!?!??!?!?!!?
That is what math is to me. Something that fills me with confusion and rage and hatred. Like those commercials that have cartoons that look like human beings. See also: PIXAR.
-Stagecraft
I suck at math (remember?), I'm scared of tools, and I wear too much black to be around that much sawdust. Enough said.
-Stage Management
Me and this class have no beef. I love the professor and the classmates. And the material isn't headache inducing or rage producing. My only complaint is that it's at ten am. Theatre shouldn't happen before noon, yah dig?
See...If I were a sun-shiney person, I would look at this semester as one big challenge. An opportunity to expand my mind in subjects I would never choose to take of my own accord. But since I'm a pouty little snark, I'm just ready for it to be done. And praying that I pass them all. Fingers crossed. And toes. And legs. And eyes.
Crankily yours,
Kelsey

