Tuesday, September 17, 2002

My schedule is getting longer and my days seem to be getting shorter. And more tedious. Definition of tedious? Just let me say that my grammar teacher is a complete certified ass. He is arrogant and condescending, and seems to delight in demeaning students. I'd go to the dean if I thought it hadn't been done 100 times before. He's got tenure and they can't touch him, I'm sure. Anyway, he makes an otherwise neutral day into a ghoulish nightmare. He'd be entertaining at a party, I suppose. Reminiscent of Truman Capote on his bitchier days, only not as clever. When I stop to consider him as a person, not simply an idiot who happens to have power of me and isn't afraid to abuse it, I must feel sorry for him. To have come this far in life, and completely miss the point, must offer a joyless existence.