Hell hath no fury like Research Papers

It was really rather foolish of me to take this course.
I should have known better.
It sounded good at the time.

See, roughly six months or so ago, I want thinking up what classes I could take for the semester. I had my required courses, and I had my Philosophy, but there was one elective that I still had open. I couldn'ttake another Philosophy yet. I could have taken a Psychology. I couldn't find a decent writing course...
But, I talked with Sam.
"Sam," I said, "what's a good elective for me to take?"
And he regailed me with the glory and wonders that were Literature of Fantasy. He said that it was an easy-A course, where you had one paper, one test - and not only that, but they read both Dune and Ender's Game, two books I was told I must read at some time. Additionally, I figured that if I couldn't find a Creative Writing course to improve my style, perhapse reading Fantasy Literature itself would broaden my ideas.

There was one little tiny problem I forget about. One little thing.
I hate analyzing literature. I honestly can't stand it. It makes me physically sick. This is not to say I don't like thinking about Literature - that's completely different, as might be told by my fascination with writing in general. But Analyzing literature, the way that English Majors do it... It seems to me that they just twist the words of the author until they fit a given purpose. In my paper, I'm 85% SURE it doesn't say what I claim it does, but I needed so many pages of symbolism for nature in Beowulf. Whee.

So, yeah, I rather loathe this paper. I LIKE writing - even essay writting I find enjoyable, and a number of my posts might arguable be called essays. I did not like this and, frankly, if I get a C in the class I'll be fine. I just need to keep my Scholarship money, and I'm good.

( Behold My Torment )

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FUCK!
Fuck fuck fuck fuck!
You can't DO this!

It turns out our old friend Skip (my assembly proffessor) was unaware of the fact that our exam was supposed to be on Saturday, and due to this fucking snowday, he's moved it back in order to make up our class on Monday - the reading day.
You know what this fucking means? It means that if we don't get that fucking final moved to Thursday or something, my entire weekend in Richmond is going to be fucked up. That is not fucking cool!!
I swear, if things can't be worked out, I'm going to end up doing one of two things - killing someone or taking a fucking nose-dive on my Assembly grade. You can't DO this to me!

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<td>17:00 Edit: E-mailed Skip and presented the situation (personal details excluded) and he said not to worry about it - it had been his fault schedualing the exam for Monday and so if we couldn't agree on a new date, he would arrange for me to take it at another time.  All plans Ahead Full, Cap'n. Edited mood: thank God!</td>

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I have more to say later.
I just have to think of it.
This Icon is right up there with Hello Cthulu.

Update Before I Post: We just had a Mandatory Hall Meeting, where they told us all the bad things not to do when we leave, or we'll be charged. All of a sudden, through the front door (this was in the 1st Floor Lounge) Santa came in, followed by about 6 or 8 other guys and a guitar, singing Christmas Carols! Heee, it was grand - perfect timing. It was the Knights of Columbus from on campus doing their Carol thing, but it was the best interruption of a meeting i've ever seen. ^_^ Quite humorous, quite humorous.

Another half hour and I should have my dinner... Ordered a Large Olive Pizza. I'll have this posted as soon as I find Ms. Cthulu.
Scratch that - another TWO minutes. They're quicker than they think.