That Art class again

I know, it's always something with that class. I guess because most of the class is 18-19 years old, I don't know. Yes, the instructor is quite picky, and she doesn't always make sense, but really it's not that hard to get everything together. For instance, she told us we have to do an experience report, which is basically going to a museum or an architectural work and writing a paper on it. Alternatively, if anyone is unable to do those things, they have option C, which has some different guidelines and expectations. It's not a hard concept to grasp, unless you're Boy A in that classroom. He seems perpetually confused, unable to understand even the simplest details. I don't believe there is anything wrong with him, such as a learning disability, I think he's just dim. And he doesn't pay attention in class. Yeah, you might miss some things if you DON'T LISTEN! He wasted almost our entire class period yesterday, asking her to clarify and clarify again a very simple concept. If this class is too hard for you, then drop it and take it later under another instructor. It is not rocket science. You have choices!

Boy B is a brown noser to the nth degree. He's also a know it all. He thinks he knows all there is to know in the art world, when really he's just talking out of his ass most of the time. He regularly interrupts the instructor (which is just rude) to interject his own comments and points of view. Like we care, dude! He also starts talking religion at the drop of a hat. I know there is a lot of religious art, and some of it is in the book, and when analyzing it, you do have to understand the belief system behind the painting. I have no issue with that. There are also Chinese paintings featured in the book, and a lot of them reference Buddhism. This guy will almost start preaching when we get on the subject, though. Highly freaking annoying.

A couple of weeks ago, she was lecturing, and asked a question about something she had told us in the previous class. This guy starts answering, but he's going around in circles, and not giving her the ONE WORD answer that she was looking for. So when he stops talking, I said the correct answer. No biggie, right? Well, I guess I offended the poor fella, because he had it out for me after that. Everytime I answered something after that, he had to correct me, even though I was not wrong. I pay attention, I take notes, and I know what I'm talking about (and if I don't, then I just keep quiet). He even corrected the order in which I read a list of items off, like that matters! He corrected me about 3-4 times in just that one class. Apparently he doesn't like to be wrong. I felt like standing up and asking him what the fuck his problem was. I'm not going to sit there and not participate to soothe his fragile ego.

In other news, I had my first Spanish test last Thursday. I got it back yesterday, and I made a 97! Woot! I actually made a 95, but I got a couple of points extra credit for turning in all my labs on the day of the test. Funny, I thought the labs were mandatory. Besides, they are helpful, and some of this Spanish language stuff is complicated! I need all the practice I can get. I'll leave you with what I learned how to say yesterday: Me tomo tres clases: el espanol, literatura, y arte. :D

Adios!