Some Concerns I'm Having...

How the fuck am I supposed to be a good FIG leader? Seriously, HOW THE FUCK?! I don't CARE! I FUCKING PATENTED APATHY! Why would I want to help welcome a bunch of Bambi-eyed freshman to this place? I don't really like it. But I don't hate it. If there was a way to go to a better school without leaving the people I care about, I'd be gone in a flash. If the whole fucking library exploded, I would be mildly surprised. Speaking of libraries, that's one of the things that I have to do: plan an activity that teaches the FIGlets how to use the library. Um, let's think...THE FUCKING DIRECTORY!

There's actually a reasonable amount of reading for this course, and SO MUCH busy work. It's kind of astonishing. And horrible. It's a flashback to high school, where I nearly didn't graduate because I see these exercises for what they are: a colossal waste of time. The subject matter obviously has its practical applications, but really? We have to perform plays? And do "character journals"? And discussion questions on BlackBoard? Really?

Unfortunately, yes. Really. Now I have to e-mail the faculty adviser for this FIG, and tell them how excited I am to be teaching a FIG with them on, of all things, Russian literature, which I hate with a passion.