shawna

I took my final final exam today. But before I saw the test, I had a moment of pure rage.

Every course at my uni ends with course evals by the students. They're usually scan-tron, with an opportunity to write in comments at the end.

The prof handed ours out when class started today, and I innocently began to fill out the questions in my normal, honest way.

I get to the final question.

What is your sex:
a)Male.
b)Female.

(insert blind rage here)

I refused to answer it, and wrote in the margin, "I refuse to answer this question because I fail to see how what's in my pants is important to my evaluation of the course."

But what I really wanted to do was tear the form into pieces and force the instructor to eat them.

What the fuck? Where do they get off asking for my sex? I mean, first of all, the question doesn't belong on a course evaluation, and second, they could have at least asked me my gender, which is more socially-relevant anyway.

Fucking bastards.

*screams*

Okay, now that I feel better, it's time for cookies.

Shawna's movie suggestion of the week: Southern Comfort, directed by Kate Davis.

Quote from the Movie:
"Nature delights in diversity. Why don't human beings?"