Might be time to say fuck it.
Have you ever been so angry about something that you just want to quit? That's how I feel about my degree right now. I'm in a class I'm beginning to hate, being prostelitized to every class about how wonderful digital history is and how it's not just a web site, but rather a way of looking at history. I get it.
Now, how about some fucking standards?
How about you focus on the point of the class, which as I understood it, was to learn how to write a proposal for a digital history project? How about you actually take the fucking time to explain why I "will NOT be releasing compiled binaries"? Or, maybe you could, I don't know, actually READ the words I write. Seriously, when I say concepts from data warehousing, that means the concepts, not the practice and actuality. Shocking, I know.
Hey while we are at it, what are your fucking credentials? How many fucking digital histories projects have you written successful grant proposals for? How about you show us the fucking money on why you are correct, and we are wrong? Oh wait, that's not going to happen. That's not the point of this class.
You know what, fuck this.
I'll write a new proposal on something inane that is just implementing a plugin for a system that is fucking broken. Awesome. Maybe then I can get out of this fucking class with a decent grade.
The thing that is completely fucked is that part of me just wants to quit doing something I love because I've got a teacher that dosent seem to be helping me learn what I need to learn. I feel like the class has been an abject failure (and , by extension) that I am a Failure.
How fucking pathetic is that? I'm a professional student and I can't seem to figure out want this dude wants. I can't seem to write a focused enough proposal and I'm out of time.
Fuck this.
