I'm sure there's a facebook group I can join

Well, finals are winding down (for me, anyway) and I have heard back final grades for three of my five classes, a full thirty percent of my graduate career. All A's, hoorah for me. I knocked out a fourth class yesterday by handing in a CD and a stack of papers which may as well have been labeled "Thus begins four weeks of not having to curse your name at midnight." I'm reasonably confident of an A in that course as well, which means that I have only one remaining.

A one-to-one correlation exists between the number of times I have fallen asleep in class this semester and the number of meeting times this last course has had scheduled. That alone is not enough evidence to determine causality, as you know, but it begins the job. Add to this data that this is a course in the "History of Technical Communication" and you get closer to the mark. Picture your high school American history classes. Now, take out all of the wars, social and literary movements, elections, and assassinations. In their place, put unimportant, uninteresting people whose names did not appear on their own work. Then, for the coup de grâce, add to all this that their writing was all scientific reports, budget statements and manuals. Finally, slit one of your wrists and contemplate the prospect of drowning in a pool of your own week-old urine, and you will have arrived at an approximation of my suffering on Tuesdays and Thursdays throughout this term.

So, my current situation is quite dire. With absolutely no interest in the course material, and no energy left to devote to this bullshit, I have a choice to make. I can either reach deep into my own soul, cut off a portion of it, and sacrifice it to get through tonight OR I can half-ass this work, satisfy myself with a B, and celebrate the near-successful completion of half of graduate school.

I seem to do this every semester. There's always one class that I just can't trick myself into caring about. It gets shoved to the back burner, which may or may not even be turned on. And it's the last final, scheduled in the morning.

Suck it, Tech Com 361. Just suck it.