I’ve been insanely busy with both school and work, but luckily I’ve finished up the 30 hours of required observation in my clinical class and won’t have to deal with that any more this semester. My two big issues right now are my British Literature class and my Statistics course. The last test I took in BritLit was a rude awakening that I may need to actually read some shit this time around instead of skimming Sparknotes. I got a little cocky after my last test and figured I wouldn’t read much besides the poetry, since it was short and sweet. This led to rediscovering something that I’ve long felt but haven’t had the need to express in a long time:

Poetry sucks.

Is there any more self-indulgent and mostly worthless form of human expression? As with anything, there are definitely exceptions, but they’re so few and far between that the tidal wave of suck almost swallows them in its wake. I don’t think poetry is wholly worthless, but basically, if you’re going to write poetry and want attention for doing so, how about doing so in the context of a band? People like music. What people don’t like is some self-indulgent shit so full of opaque references to whateverthefuck. It’s no coincidence that when people think of poetry they think of over-read little pseudo-Bohemian fucks at open-mic night in some dingy little cafe.

Unfortunately I can’t claim innocence in regards to poetry. A few years ago when I was stumbling through a fog of self-imposed misery, I used to scribble shit in notebooks while in classes I cared nothing for. So much so, in fact, that I have a large stack of loose paper and a few half-full notebooks full of this horrible, terrible, embarrassing shit that I’m half-tempted to set on fire to bring about catharsis; A purging of the suck.

All of this leads back to my other point (I had a point?). Statistics suck too, which is something I think any rational human feels at least a half-dozen times when taking in TV, web or print news for any length of time. What sucks about my class in particular is that the professor, despite his ample age, has never taught a statistics course before, meaning that we all get to learn it together. I guess I was wrong in thinking that an accredited institution should have qualified individuals on its payroll.

I’m so sick of school and not having free time right now that I sometimes wish that humanity had never gotten over the whole ‘hunter-gatherer’ thing. To make matters worse, I’ll probably be taking three (shitty filler) classes this summer just so I don’t get even further behind in my quest to achieve that piece of paper that lets future employers know that I spent some of my better years wasting away at a desk under flickering fluorescent lights.

Goddamnit.