College seems to ebb and flow in misery and just above misery these days. All right, I am embellishing, but only a little.

Some days are warm, promising and full of talent and self-efficacy. Others are dark, hopeless, and give me a reason to question my purpose in life. It has occurred to me that if do not figure a way to manage my stress and reassure myself in times of trouble, I will surely meet a premature death due to the platter of health problems associated with tension. Should I turn to the lord, or should I self-medicate with bottles of late night blogging?

Today our photography projects were due, this time we had to shoot people. My professor walked around the room, telling us our photos were either interesting or not interesting. Many of mine were not interesting, according to this tall, bald man who used to be a freelance photographer in San Francisco. I understand that the point of the class is to become a better photographer and hence see a scene where others do not, but exactly how is a critique of "interesting" helping anything? If this class is merely an extension of what my professor finds interesting, perhaps it would be more efficient for him to shoot all of our projects so we don't have to waste our time and batteries. I don't claim to be the world's best photographer, but I think my work deserves more than a grunt and one-word summary. If my pictures are not successful, then how can I make them that way? I'm dying to find out. Our teacher is just so busy telling us what we can't do instead of focusing on what we should be doing. He tells us to keep things simple, yet simple photographs are not interesting.

I'm growing tired of this major. I want my work to be judged on my talent and effort, not on what some man arbitrarily thinks is worthwhile. I'm pretty sure that the world and my professor do not possess congruent opinions, so why must I pander to his limited taste? Oh well. I'll do what I must to pass his class, then fuck all of his restrictions.

I wish people would stop asking me what I am doing over the summer just so they can brag about their fabulous internship they just snagged. Most of those guilty of this are business majors, and let me just say that I absolutely detest anyone and everyone who possesses a degree in any area of business. Business majors are egotistical, average at best morons who produce only a few successful entrepreneurs while the rest cream themselves over the thought of owning a Porsche upon college graduation. Oh how I hate business majors. I can't recall how many times a business major has said to me, "And what are you going to do with your major?" as though studying the economy and finance and marketing are the only ways to earn a living. Being a business major is like majoring in breathing. Every other major has to take business classes, but business majors act as though they are superior to all other studies and suffer from the delusion that everyone else will be slaving away while they enjoy a corner office and a private jet. One BM I know is about to graduate. He sat on his pudgy ass for three years and now that he's a senior and actually has to apply himself, he can't handle it and thinks no one understands. He often talks about how much work he has to do like no one else could comprehend having an assignment due or studying for a test. For spring break, my friend and I are going to Washington, DC. When we asked him what he was doing he said, "Probably nothing. NOT going to DC." Fuck you, fuck you and your stupid major. God I hate that kid. He's in a business fraternity, probably the biggest collection of greasy losers ever to congregate in one place. In order to get into this fraternity, you have to kiss a lot of people's asses and be mildly attractive. All the really attractive business majors are in the other, bigger, better business fraternity, so this one is for people who can't get into the big leagues. I'm not even making this up; my roommate was a pretentious business major and this was her exact experience. She didn't get into the real fraternity so now she's overly active in the other one to compensate for her failure, because she can't handle failing because her entire life mommy and daddy told her she was a princess and now she is a business major and therefore smarter than God himself. I wish I could get paid to complain. Maybe I should give stand-up a try.