NATASHA: I’m going to rant now. So there I was in Spanish today, perfectly content since I’ve finished the bookwork for that class for the next week. Suddenly, the professor (if you can call him that) hands back our journals from last week, which are basically just 500 word essays. Now, I sit next to a girl named Sara who is perfectly nice but is a complete Spanish train-wreck. I look at my paper: 94. Rage. I look at her paper: 92. What the fuck? My Argentinian mother checked my journal. He subtracted points for words he didn’t like. Dude. That doesn’t make it wrong. Just because I used words that nobody else in the class used because they haven’t learned it yet doesn’t mean it’s wrong. What pisses me off the most is that I wrote something challenging in order to better my composition skills and now I’m going to have to write “I like my dog” sentences in order to get graded fairly, therefore making this class useless for me. I’m dropping my Spanish minor.