I don't quite understand my responsiblilities as an English major. We were discussing deconstructive criticism, and I don't see what all the fuss is about. Sometimes, as i sit there, staring out the high ceiling windows, I ponder the point of teaching someone a particular writing style. I've always thought of myself as a writer, of course not in this particular arena, as journals are the hawaiian shirt days of literature, but I digress, that it is not worth it to waste my time in college any longer...

if you'll excuse me, i have class in ten minutes...