My uni requires a full year sequence of the social sciences. I'm halfway through the third (and final) quarter of said sequence. And I HATE it. Over this year, I've had to read Adam Smith, Marx, Durkheim, Levi-Strauss, Foucault, and more -- all these major academic names that, having now read, suppsedly make me a better person. Or at least a better-educated person. Or something.
You know what? Every single one of the texts I've read for this class has bored me to tears. I just have absolutely no interest in the social sciences, apparantly. I dread writing papers for this class, because while I'm quite capable of cranking out five pages of bullshit, I hate every second of it. I don't CARE about Marx's thoughts on economics and class relations, I don't CARE about Durkheim's notion of the self, and I DON'T FUCKING CARE about Freud and psychoanalysis. I hate this class, I hate these readings, and I hate the fact that I'm going to pull an all-nighter trying to write something passable about something I have no interest in. The papers I churn out for this class are all quite decently written and deadly dull, because I can't write anything interesting when it's on a topic that I find so hideously boring.
I have to go write about Freud now. You know what psychoanalysis was? Boring. Mind-numbingly boring. I don't even care enough about his theories to disagree with them. And I pity the professor who will have to read this paper. Because she's going to be bored by it. Really, really bored.
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