OKAY. Some really stupid people go to the University of Miami. More specifically, a really stupid girl named Rachel who dyes her hair this ugly red color (SHUT UP, my hair was a sexy auburn... it faded. and my name isn't Rachel, okay, so I'm not talking about myself) goes to the University of Miami. She's in my social problems class. It's not the greatest course ever, but I need it so I can go on and be the best little clinical social worker and/or case manager ever.
Anyhow, Rachel asks questions that are answered in the text book. Or questions that are just kind of... obvious. To understand most of sociology, you just need to have common sense. Which this girl doesn't have. I mean, that's just obtuse, the question she asks. Then she's totally inappropriate and uses the term "shit" in adjective and verb forms. That's fine if your professor swears in class. The social problems instructor is a fairly boring graduate student who reads straight from her lecture notes which were taken straight from the book. Which is boring.
I'm rambling. Last Wednesday. Oh jesus. The instructor had already mentioned that she supported conflict theory, and it's fine to disagree with a theory, but Rachel. Oh god. Rachel. Rachel said, "Well, I disagree with conflict theory because my parents worked hard for what they have, and they deserve to be in the social class they're in, and the poor are just lazy." Half of the class burst into genuine and nervous laughter. The rest were speechless, jaws dropped to the floor except for the kids who had fallen asleep. The instructor obviously doesn't want to touch that with a ten foot pole, so she disregarded the comment as "really, really inflammatory" and moved on. Smart move.
But seriously, who would be so stupid to say such an obviously classist thing? Apart from Rachel, who would be so stupid? I just can't comprehend it. Maybe I'm more sensitive to the matter than others. I grew up in a working class household. It was a little over five years ago that my family moved up in the social economic status (middle class) when we inherited some property on South Beach. If that hadn't happened, we'd still be working class. We're just lucky that my grandmother didn't hold a grudge against her son for marrying a non-Jew. We'd still be working class if it wasn't for the property, and we'd still be living in that cramped townhouse in Kendall. I forget when the mortgage on this house is going to be paid. Fifteen years? Twenty. Whatever.
If this Rachel chick paid attention in sociology 101 or had common sense, she would've known that it's a lot harder to move up in the social hierarchy than "working really hard." It's an American myth, and it's one she hasn't been exposed to in her privileged life. I think this entry calls for a vomity face.
No, it calls for at least nine more. Hmmm, maybe I'm being over-sensitive. I don't think so.
postscript: Man. I should briefly proofread entries before submitting them. I mean, I pride myself in my proficiency with the english language. Run-on sentences and fragments notwithstanding. I use those for stylistic preferences. And if I should happen to end a sentence with a preposition or a dangling participle or something, that is also a stylistic choice. Suuuure.
By the way, there are two Rachels in my class, and they're both BEST FRIENDS FOREVER. I do find it interesting that some guy turned around after class and said to Stupid Rachel, "You sounded like a slave driver or something." I don't know if they're BEST FRIENDS, but they're probably MILD ACQUAINTANCES. Or something. Rachel sucks.
Anyhow, Rachel asks questions that are answered in the text book. Or questions that are just kind of... obvious. To understand most of sociology, you just need to have common sense. Which this girl doesn't have. I mean, that's just obtuse, the question she asks. Then she's totally inappropriate and uses the term "shit" in adjective and verb forms. That's fine if your professor swears in class. The social problems instructor is a fairly boring graduate student who reads straight from her lecture notes which were taken straight from the book. Which is boring.
I'm rambling. Last Wednesday. Oh jesus. The instructor had already mentioned that she supported conflict theory, and it's fine to disagree with a theory, but Rachel. Oh god. Rachel. Rachel said, "Well, I disagree with conflict theory because my parents worked hard for what they have, and they deserve to be in the social class they're in, and the poor are just lazy." Half of the class burst into genuine and nervous laughter. The rest were speechless, jaws dropped to the floor except for the kids who had fallen asleep. The instructor obviously doesn't want to touch that with a ten foot pole, so she disregarded the comment as "really, really inflammatory" and moved on. Smart move.
But seriously, who would be so stupid to say such an obviously classist thing? Apart from Rachel, who would be so stupid? I just can't comprehend it. Maybe I'm more sensitive to the matter than others. I grew up in a working class household. It was a little over five years ago that my family moved up in the social economic status (middle class) when we inherited some property on South Beach. If that hadn't happened, we'd still be working class. We're just lucky that my grandmother didn't hold a grudge against her son for marrying a non-Jew. We'd still be working class if it wasn't for the property, and we'd still be living in that cramped townhouse in Kendall. I forget when the mortgage on this house is going to be paid. Fifteen years? Twenty. Whatever.
If this Rachel chick paid attention in sociology 101 or had common sense, she would've known that it's a lot harder to move up in the social hierarchy than "working really hard." It's an American myth, and it's one she hasn't been exposed to in her privileged life. I think this entry calls for a vomity face.
No, it calls for at least nine more. Hmmm, maybe I'm being over-sensitive. I don't think so.
postscript: Man. I should briefly proofread entries before submitting them. I mean, I pride myself in my proficiency with the english language. Run-on sentences and fragments notwithstanding. I use those for stylistic preferences. And if I should happen to end a sentence with a preposition or a dangling participle or something, that is also a stylistic choice. Suuuure.
By the way, there are two Rachels in my class, and they're both BEST FRIENDS FOREVER. I do find it interesting that some guy turned around after class and said to Stupid Rachel, "You sounded like a slave driver or something." I don't know if they're BEST FRIENDS, but they're probably MILD ACQUAINTANCES. Or something. Rachel sucks.
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Good luck with the idiot.
Hmmm... i dont like people who dont like homeless people kinda like the mayor of SF