Foundations

Alright. I'm just going to put it out there -

I can honestly say that I do not hate anyone.
Never have.
I doubt I ever will.
I can also honestly say that I do not hate many things.
Ramen Noodle Salad (sorry, Mutti) is the first - and, at this moment in time, the only - thing that comes into my mind when I ask myself what I hate.

I'm going to come to the conclusion that I don't hate a whole lot in life.

Except for when it comes to my Foundations class.
Now, I don't hate my teacher.
I don't hate the class material.
I don't hate the textbooks.
I don't hate the assignments.

I simply hate the actual class period each week.
Oh goodness.
First of all, why in the world do we even need three-hour classes?
Second, my teacher does not present us with enough material or lecture notes to last an entire three hours each week. He goes on tangents. He spends five minutes explaining something that I could say in thirty seconds.
Third, the room is always freezing. It's forty-five degrees outside, the air conditioning does not need to be on! Come on, people.
I really like to complain, but I don't do it very often. So I'm allowing myself to do so with no regrets!

Foundations. Ugh.
At least I truly am learning quite a bit.
Oh well.