... can't afford no cannon.
If I could, I would have shot the bitches sitting behind me in lecture today.
See the setup with me. The lecture was on Joyce. The Basically Unobjectionable But Real Insecure TA was giving it, because it turns out that his master's thesis was on
Ulysses. Which is pretty boss. And he looks so sad, sitting with the Ghastly TAs and the Mellow Old Dude TA, so I was happy that he was getting out, strutting his bad Joycean stuff. Thought it was going to lift his spirits. I was sitting with my normal crowd of lovelies and we were looking forward to stream-of-consciousness rants.
But there were 2 girls sitting 2 rows behind us. And neither of them shut up for more than 5 minutes the entire damned lecture. They chatted through his introduction, they gossiped through his rather masterful section explaining the importance of 'The Dead' within
The Dubliners, and the little kine whined as this poor kid tried to make us care about
Ulysses. They talked for the entire lecture. And the sweet innocent TA knew. He kept on looking pleadingly at them as they nattered on, but he's new to this whole lecture thing. He isn't yet confident enough to have just told them to shut the hell up.
So: recap.
I hate Dal english.
I hate thems that are in it. Especially when the thems are whinging about how they didn't read the assignment because famously difficult book is so di-if-f-i-cullllllt. Thanks, gals, Joyce can be a hard read. Now let me learn even if you don't want to.
