Hokey.

I get it, I get it: we're all back in school. Well, not all of us, but school's started and some of us are in it.
So here I am in the second week of the third year of my college education. I've still got another (minimum) of three years left, so it's not too special. There is an advantage though: by the time it's truly my last year, I will have no problem registering for classes because I'll have a million credits. Yippee!

A have a few classes. They go something like this:
M/W: Photography I, Institute, Family Finance
T/R: English 2010, 2D Design, Art History: Prehistoric to Medieval
F: Family Finance

You don't care. I know this because I don't really care about other's schedules. I just want to tell you that Tuesdays and Thursdays are killer. I write/draw/sketch so much that by the end of Art History, I curse the invention of written language. As much as I dread the tests and papers in Art History, the most confuddling class I have is.....
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2D Design!

The problem with this class is that I have learned nothing so far. I have had to turn in my sketchbook twice, both times requiring 5 hours' worth of work. Even though that sent me into panic-induced fits of self-doubt and a sinking feeling of overall crappiness, my teacher wants each of us to apply the class to our field of study. So, er... hmm.
Uhhhh *creaking noises*

The other photography major in the class had issues as well. When I went to talk to the teacher to maybe get a grasp on what exactly he wanted from a photo major, he told me to draw the emotion of a photo with lines. He drew an example of a previous student's work. This:

"The three lines represent unity and society and the line on the left represents loneliness and being separated and lost from society."

Whaaaaaaaaaaa....?

Okay folks, I may be an art student, but I'm not hokey. For all we know, the drawing was supposed to be this:

Wolverine grilling a steak. 

Yes. That's supposed to be Wolverine. I blame my inability to draw with computers on the elementary school teachers that wouldn't let me use my left hand for the mouse. 

That's beside the point. Sometimes I just don't like the ridiculously hokey-bajokey stuff that gets thrown out there. 

I'll let you know how this class goes.