starvinbohemian

I've discovered the worst part of graduate-level courses.

Because they're Master's classes, a good chunk of my classmates in each class are older (than me) people and are commonly already teachers. Teachers are used to commanding the classroom and not so used to being the student. And when I say student, I mean the quiet one. It feels like an hour of each class is wasted listening to them ramble on and on needlessly until all I want to do is start hitting them until the noise stops coming out of the hole in their face. Or, you know, just tell them to stop talking, please, so that I can hear what the professor has to say.

It's also annoying to hear students whining, "Why can't we just enjoy reading things because we like them? Why do we have to over-think everything?" (this from a lady who, unsurprisingly, announced how much she likes the Twilight series) in a graduate-level lit theory course. It's not a literature appreciation class. It's a class about theory. *Sigh*