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To simply put it, I hate this class. I'm sitting here in cultural anthropology and I'm seriously going to die. The professor is supposed to be this big time anthropologist, but all I see is this confused woman standing there in front of us reading an essay to us. She doesn't teach. She doesn't lecture. She reads a paper. That's all. Someone could ask a question on the topic of lecture and the only thing she can do is read the next sentence.

I despise her tactics. She can't pronounce words correctly either. Why did I sign up for this class?! No really, why? This is my hell.

I have to truck up here from south campus all uphill.

Jesus who's idea was it to make this walk all uphill and long?

I can't stand it. If she says white man one more time I'm going to scream in the middle class. I swear I'll do it.

Fuck this class. I'm losing my sanity with each lip smack, uhm, and repetition of words of this woman. For fuck's sake.