note to my professors and fellow students:
while i understand the desire to hold an additional class after the last day of classes in order to catch up and reach a point of closure regarding feminist theory or long victorian novels or what have you, i do not understand the desire to socialize during exam period.
i do not want to meet at a tea house and discuss wilkie collins over scones and cream. i do not want to have a pool party at anyone’s house (and, as an addendum, i do not want to see any of you in your bathing suits). i do not want to sit in a circle on the floor of my professor’s house, sans shoes and socks, eating pizza and talking about subjectivity until 10 pm.
i’m sure my professor’s dog is a lovely creature, but i don’t need to meet rufus during exam period. i’m sure that artsy coffeehouse in the village serves an incomparable latte, but i have three seminar papers to attend to. why the sudden need for camaraderie at that moment in the semester when i am most stressed out, bitter, and downright cruel?
i want to drive to campus, sit in classroom, meet for two hours or until all that is necessary to accomplish is accomplished, and return to my own apartment, where i can actually write the 60 pages you require of me within two weeks.