Lesee...HA! I didn't even have time to write out full comments in the beginning of the semester! Grreat...well, that should explain a lot of things. I've never been more busier or had more fun. This last semester kicked ASS. ROYAL ass. The Queen is rubbing her pained bum as we type.

Sociology of the Holocaust (a.k.a. I dropped Magazine Article Writing):
In keeping with my tradition of blowing off gen eds this semester, I missed this class as much as possible and didn't pay attention when I was there. It's not like I missed much, except maybe a professor lecturing blindly for 1:15 while staring at the back wall. I paid attention during test reviews and handed all my work in and apparently that's what counts, because when I went to get my term paper from her she said what a joy it was to have me in class and asked my opinion of her teaching methods. Not bad considering she said I was a hate-filled, bitter Jew.
FINAL GRADE: A-
FINAL OPINION: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

TV3:
Yes, docudrama, yes. That got unceremoniously shitcanned after a few weeks, so for the rest of the semester I piddled around, kept cool, gave my opinion, and contributed 99% of nothing TV wise, and 99% of everything morale-wise. I was the Dear Abby of the group, a role I take on all too well. I should've never been in the class, and I think the prof finally realized that when I didn't even sit with my group during the premieres. All in all there were some fun times and fun people, but all in all, I'd never do it again.
FINAL GRADE: A
FINAL OPINION: Blow me.

Elementary Spanish I:
Was I even there? I vaguely recollect some kind of classroom with a foreign language. Benefit of skipping many sessions of a class that only meets once a week. I honestly didn't pay attention enough to have a well-rounded opinion. I was alert enough to answer in high school taught Spanish when called on. At least the book got me nearly 20 bucks at the end of the semester.
FINAL GRADE: A
FINAL OPINION: ...

Communication Techniques in Film:
Grupenhoff. 'Nuff said. What a worthy class- nothing beat the kid in the back who thought he was being ubersmrt when using the term 'McGuffin'("you know, McGuffin, the plot" (phhh...)), only to be corrected by yours truly. This kid always had a comment, from downing independent films as "overthoughtful crap" to downing the text itself as "useless" (the same text that Grupenhoff praised every class meeting) he just didn't stop. At least his stupidity was entertaining. It was great when the professor started asking me when the tests were- ahh, mutual respect rules.
FINAL GRADE: A
FINAL OPINION: bitchin disco time

Special Topics- Film Theory:
It's hilarious that I didn't even write a description in in the beginning of the semester. Oy. Lesee- most valuable class of my college career would probably best sum up these 3 credits. Film. Theory. Rules. I knew I had it made when one kid asked "what do you do if you don't go into production?" on the first day of class. Tool. This class will be dubbed "the laurels I will rest on" for graduate school. AND Dr. Joe was the prof! Which meant that I gave him the audience opinion of each film, and in exchange he took my idea for the final exam. Dr. Joe's a good kid.
FINAL GRADE: A
FINAL OPINION: ROCK!

Psych- Brain, Mind, Behavior:
If you had the choice of listening to a female version of Ben Stein minus the Jewish humor and coolness read you the book, or reading the book yourself, you'd do the same thing I did. Skip class, read book, take test, pass. What a useless class. As the Dear Abby of the Nation, my family and friends can certify that I could pass any Psych course with flying colours. Had I had more time to read the five 100 page chapters before each test, I probably would've done better, but hey, two clubs, 5 other classes, social life, having fun before I have to leave forever- all of that definitely comes before some gen. ed. I'll never need to remember.
FINAL GRADE: C
FINAL OPINION: HAHAHAHAHAHA Dumbasses.

The Clubs:

Cinema Workshop: A successful end to the year. We made films. GOOD films. AND we bonded- the club hasn't been this close since the Dr. O years. Both advisors are pleased, the Capital Improvement Fund passed AND our budget was raised. Necessary updates therefore will continue to be made, and it looks like a Fall premiere is in the works. I'll be taking the 25th Anniversary Show to Texas with me to influence the building a good Film Society there. Very exciting. I'm going to miss it, though- it's like my child...le sigh. At least I can party a few more times before I leave.

Women in Communications: National Charter and a foothold in the school, along with an excellent budget and growing membership. I am pleased, very pleased. I only wish our members could've bonded as well as the Workshoppers, but I'm sure it'll happen in time. It's harder when it's girls only- we can be darned catty if we want to.

All in all, an excellent semester. Parties galore, hanging out, and having fun. My plan worked- who says films don't teach you anything? Keep an eye out for the Graduamate Skool Page- the adventure is far from over. Have a pleasant summer- I'm off to hitch a ride home.

The Class Revue:
Magazine Article Writing:
I enjoyed this class so much that I dropped it. According to the professor, "don't believe you can polish it the night before and not revise." An immediate indicator that my status in class was going to be nil. When a student identified "resources" as "people who know," I didn't think I'd fit in. When I finished the idea "if you don't want to lose the person, you've got to have good sentences" with "ones with claws, fangs, and who know no bounds," I knew I wouldn't fit in. That, and by 12:45 the class was deemed eternal (class started at 12:30).
At the end of class she gave us a form to fill out; on it we had to do word association. I'll reprint a few of my answers here:

Profile = age/sex check in an AOL chat
Soft News = Charmin
Rewrite = something I never have to do
Clips = the best ones from the movie are put in the trailer
Open-Ended Questions = needs punctuation
Soft Lead = found in #2 pencils

Sociology of the Holocaust
a.k.a. the class I switched into after the Magazine Article Writing Fiasco
Nothing beats having a room full of students who took the class because they saw Schindler's List. It is better than M.A.W., but still horrifying. Why? Exampled by quote of the day:

 Professor: (re: Pearl Harbor) Was it 41 or 42?  I'm just forgetting.  I know it was December 8th, but I don't know which year."

TV 3
So the script doesn't have to be about sexual assault. It has to be about the mysterious world of club drugs. Lifetime can't help me nearly as much there. Luckily, one of the German exchange students is a techno deejay on the side, and another one of my fellow students has a little more than recreational experience. That should balance out my social life that's consisted of movies and the Internet for the past forever, which lends absolutely no knowledge to the screenplay I'm supposed to write. Sundance, here I come.

Elementary Spanish I:
Nothing beats sitting in the back of class and telling your fellow student everything the professor is doing wrong. Although I'm pissed at the cost of the books, it should be easy enough to just slide through and it fulfills a gen ed requirement. Ah, going through the motions to graduate.

Communication Techniques in Film:
It's Grupenhoff, so we spent the first class analyzing the first act of Casablanca. The big project: group case-study of a film. Let's just hope I get to analyze the screenwriting. It'd be nice to do something I REALLY want to do for a change.

Special Topics: Film Theory
Dr. Joe's Class! Need more be said?

Psych: Brain/Mind/Behavior:
HA!

The Clubs:
Cinema Workshop:
It's nice to know that you're in charge. Of EVERYTHING. Sigh. Well, at least I have the Abominable Doctor to aid and abed my crimes, or at least my vicious dislike of all of the apathetic freaks that surround me.

Women in Communications:
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