Um, Shut Up Already!

So, let me just recap my fav (as in not fav) class. First 35 minutes: lecture on how to be productive. Can I do my own Dilbert strip for the class? I mean really. Thank you 'management' for this lovely meeting on how to be more productive.

Before this 35 minute waste of time, we were given our new schedule for the quarter. Because the prof has moved our final to the Monday of the last week of class instead of leaving it during finals week (another story entirely to explain this), he's decided we should get our money's worth. I mean, apparently we've paid for 29 classes and we're going to get them. So he's added two classes into our schedule. That's fine. I can kinda understand this.

BUT! Here's the kicker: Since we've paid for 29 classes, and Memorial Day happens to fall on a day we're supposed to have class, it cuts us down to 28. So we're having a make-up class for a national holiday. F*cking fantastic! Rationale behind this (aside from we paid so we should get it): in the 'real world' people have to work extra hard before and after vacations to be able to take those vacations, so we're just getting practice at that. In the 'real world' work doesn't slow down just because there's a national holiday. I could poke some holes in this theory, but I won't. Suffice it to say, I understand the logic to a point but disagree for reasons he clearly didn't point out because it pokes holes in his theory.

So thank you sir for the 35 minute lecture following the explanation that we paid for 29 classes of education and by god we're going to get them! I mean, clearly I must have paid for 35 minutes of your advice and, in a back handed way, insults for 35 minutes of my 60 minutes of this class. Oh wait, no I didn't!

There you go sir, you just cost me 35 minutes out of my 60 minutes of one of my 29 classes. Now I'll do you a favor, I won't request that you schedule a make-up class for that time.

During this time of insanity today, Mr. Monkey nearly joined forces with the Chickens in a rampage. During this 35minutes of time paperwork to be filed was coming in that was complete rubbish and led to an overly full trash bin. Mr. Monkey finally kicked the trashcan under the spout of incoming paper work, sat down in his leather chair and thought of that lovely book showing how to make animals out of fruit. Yes, edible artwork books sounded lovely during that time.