So.
Have I mentioned I hate my Writing for Journalism class yet? No? Yes? I can't remember. Well, I hate it. I hate it a lot. It's the teacher's fault, actually. We don't do anything in that class worth going to the class for. All she does is check homework and read aloud from the textbook. And the homework she gives us is idiotic too. Articles to write (when she has never taught us how to write articles in the first place), summaries of newspapers to write (because she wants to make sure we read newspapers daily) and questions to answer (where just about the only way to answer is to directly copy from the textbook). Gaaah. And she ends class half an hour early because she's "bored". I mean, wtf? And next week we'll have a test, on - guess what? - what's happened in the world since we started the course. Not all of it, mind you. Only politics stuff. Which I coincidentally hate, don't understand, and try to avoid. Especially with some of the stupid politics my country's stuck with. *cough*Berlusconi*cough* *pulls a face*