I was talking to a friend earlier today and he was like, ...

I was talking to a friend earlier today and he was like, "You should publicly acknowledge the fact that out of all your classes there's only one that's making you crazy and the rest are great." And at first I was like, fuck that, it's a blog, whatever the fuck. But upon recollection/refiguration a la a transformer, it's true: only one of my classes is certifiably disastrous; the rest are actually amazing. that's partly because I've weeded out bullshit from day one, but nonetheless. I have this remedial writing class (the one with the girl who wanted to "devastate them from the beginning"--probably my favorite quote ever from a student) that, for the most part, has been full of people eager to get the hell out of their "Learning Support" status and on to the actual college writing courses. There has been a lot of dead weight, too, more than half the class either dropped or I had institutionally withdrawn for not coming to class and/or failing. But the ones still around are great. They want to learn. Take a cue, Humanities class. My last class is an English 1101 class that meets once a week. They've got their own problems, like going insane, and because of that not being able to make it to class (I'm not even kidding, that's true: that came from a student who said that she was sad that she couldn't make it to class, but she was being treated for depression/paranoia/anxiety disorder/schizophrenia that day, inadvertently because she had a major attack of something mid-class, another class not mine). Despite that, they're doing pretty well, and are into our class and the reading and writing.

So I've got one class that blows, but I cannot help but focus on that one class. I was talking with the wife about this last night. She was complaining about work. Is it that the bad stories are just better? Is it that we need something to bitch about? What the Fuck? Maybe I should say WTF? Some of my classes are great so don't piss me off.