after sitting in my class for 50 minutes, i've come a conclusion:

college is meant to fuck you up.

i don't mean like taking drugs "fucking you up".
i don't mean ruining your life "fucking you up".
i don't mean kick your ass "fucking you up".
i don't mean making you think so hard your brain implodes "fucking you up". (though, i have to admit, that's a possibility.)

i mean like college is supposed to confuse the shit out of you.

i came to this conclusion today when i sit down, and the TA begins lecturing for our class...the teacher's gone for some odd reason.

so the TA starts lecturing, which i get pretty well, until he gets to the proof.

he gets to the proof 5 minutes into class, and by the time we get out of class, we're thoroughly fucked in the head because he just showed us a long complicated proof that really doesn't make any sense to us....nor does it actually have anything to do with the class.

so i'm sitting there trying to process this, but at the same time, trying to figure out what it's for.

when someone asks and he pretty much tells us that we'll never use it again, or see it on the test...i seriously begin to get pissed off.

a: i'm confused to fuck.
b: the TA just wasted 45 minutes of my time.
c: if he wasn't going to be teaching us anything productive, then why the fuck? i should've left. but if i left, i would've missed whatever important stuff there was.
d: the catch? there was no important stuff. so i lost 45 minutes of my time.
e: so why teach it if it's not going to appear on a test?
f: <~( F for FUCK IF I KNOW.)

so i'm not confused about the class....i'm confused about the fucking class itself.