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I had the worst class of my life on Wednesday. No hyperbole, even. It was just awful. And since my summer classes only run for seven weeks each, it means that one seventh of my entire in-class experience of this topic was just hideous. As I drove home from class that night I screamed. Seriously. I would explain it, but I literally don’t have the energy. I’ve explained it to several people thus far, and each time I’ve found myself so mad I have to hold back from yelling. Sometimes that doesn’t even help and I still end up yelling. It’s just a bad situation all around, though through no fault of mine. Suffice it to say, it’s resulted in my having two entirely awful days. The upside is that I got word this morning that professors in my department heard about how utterly fucked up the situation was and are taking steps to try and rectify it. Given a bit of luck, the class will only be difficult, and not unbearable.

One snippet of my anger: I have four separate presentations due next week and have yet to have been given the assignment. Gee. It’s Friday afternoon. Class and my presentations are on Wednesday. There is no conceivable way I will get this done with the quality I expect from myself.

I still have not been given my grades from my Spring semester classes.