I just wanted to take it easy this semester, continue with Portuguese, take an independent study, work a mindless job, and fiddle with my portfolio. But here’s the chink in my armor: few want to follow us into Portuguese IB.
I go onto the Peralta website yesterday (there’s a deadly labyrinth if I ever saw one) , and my Portuguese class was canceled. Apparently, posting naked Brazilians on a blog that isn’t fully marketed specifically to my former class members anyway was not the way to go this time.
Maybe we should have a sit in the admin offices at Berkeley City College. But I doubt they care, plus it will just look exactly how things look in their offices during registration time anyway.
Maybe we should picket Spanish and French classes and see if we can steal students away if we hand out candy bars.
Maybe I should just go to class tomorrow, since our teacher promised we would still meet to “figure out what we’re going to do.” Is she suggesting that she work for free and I toil for no credit? I doubt she is willing to work for freaking free. She has enough jobs at separate colleges to begin with. Is she trying to kill herself so quickly after finishing grad school? That would be a pity. Deolinda is awesome!!
And to be honest, I was not impressed with the UC Berkeley Campus, where this class takes place for some odd reason. For one, I asked people coming out of their lecture where the bathrooms were, and they were clueless. I may not have been the smartest girl in college, but I always knew where to high tail it to pee when need be. I may have walked into the men’s room once a few weeks after I had a severe concussion, and not have been able to sort out why people were staring for a good 30 seconds, but even in that altered state, I knew where the frigging bathroom was. I also felt while sitting in class that I was going to be entombed in cement if the ground were to shake as it is prone to do in the Bay Area. Not. So. Impressive. Not to mention that the classroom itself was kind of hard to find… or maybe I’m still bitter that I didn’t get into Berkeley anyway. I’d probably not be sitting here doing what I’m doing if I had, and I certainly wouldn’t have that bathroom story. Bastards!!
I’m sooooo pitching the sit in at THAT meeting. Yeah, right.