Good Intentions

And now, for your reading pleasure, Things That Annoy Me (in no particular order):

1. People who espouse their opinions in class. This might shock you–I know, it shocked me too–but I am not paying a Brazilian dollars for law school to hear what you think about a given case/issue/current event/theory/constitutional principle/life event/whatever. If I cared any less, I’d be dead. And even then I’d find some way to rise from the dead and care even less than that. In all honesty, I don’t even want to hear your opinions outside of class–I’m looking at you, People Who Talk Too Loudly in the Carrells–but I especially don’t want to hear it in class. Really. Just shut the hell up and continue frantically taking notes.

2. Professors who ask for student opinions in class. Seriously? You care what we think? Shut up and be a pedagogue; I’m not paying you to pretend to teach by asking incredibly open-ended questions to which there are no real answers. I am not taking Random Gunner’s test, I am taking YOUR TEST. So I only care what YOU THINK.

3. Gunners. Shut the hell up. Seriously.

4. Houston drivers. You all suck. Every last one of you. I know epileptic ADD puppies who can drive better than you can. Use your damn signals! Stay in your damn lane! Drive the damned speed limit!

5. UH parking. You suck so much that sometimes I channel Madelyn Kahn in Clue and “flames…from the side of my face, just…flames…” Instead of putting up an overpriced and ugly “graduate student lofts” building, why not pave some of the gravel/useless areas of campus and put up parking lots? Or economize and build some gigantic-ass parking structures, perhaps by greasing the palms of the City of Houston to have them use their eminent domain powers to condemn, oh, I don’t know, the random Chinese food restaurant on campus, or the generic student church (yes, I went there). Just…do something productive, or I swear by Greyskull that I will not be giving you a red cent of my money in 10 years.

That is all for now. I’m sure there will be more. Oh yes, there will be more.

Yeah, I am. Kinda sucks. Trying to get back into the groove of being a student. A student! Wow. Not an employee anymore. I can’t leave my work at home, I have to sit down after class and do it. So…bizarre.

The parking at UH absolutely chokes on a bag of dicks. My CivPro class doesn’t start until 1030am, so I leave my apartment at 930. Traffic is all right, so I get to UH at around 950. Great, because I have to go to the library to print something out for LRW.

(Because my printer is dead. Absolutely kicked the fucking printer bucket, bought the printer farm, went to the printer heaven in the sky. You get the idea. Epsons, by the way, kinda suck. Or at least mine did; I had that clunky thing for four years. Time for a new one. You win, Printer Cabal. For now.)

So I cruise through the parking lot in front of the law school…and of course there is no parking. Plenty of faculty parking, of course; those metaphorically-verdant fields of spaces just beckon to poor, maligned students to park there. I don’t think UHLC even HAS the faculty to fill that lot. Bah.

I then sidle on over to an adjacent lot. Still nothing. Still a faculty lot there that is mostly empty, about three cars there, with myriad empty spaces. Bah again.

I finally end up parking in an obscure and far-away spot in the music building area because, hey, I hate myself and want to lug my shit in 95 degree weather. On the small plus side, I basically stumbled upon the spot in which I parked. In fact, I actually said “Mine!” out loud when I saw it. As if those other greedy bastards around me could hear.

Bad form, UH. Let’s work on the parking situation some. Start knocking down the shit in the Third Ward, put in some structures and more busses. Let’s get it together. This might be why you’re having trouble keeping people on campus, because there is nowhere to park.

As an administrative point, on my blog here I will be referring to my professors as “Prof (Subject),” to preserve some small level of anonymity. You could probably figure it out if you were so inclined, but I’m banking on the fact that you ain’t so inclined.

Life continues tomorrow, natch.