Dear Sculpture Class,

I hate you.  That's right.  I. Hate. You.

Hate is a strong word.  Usually people use hate when they want to show the deepest levels of animosity.  There should be a perfectly good reason to hate someone, otherwise dislike is probably the word you're going for. 

But that's really for a person, every factor of this class pisses me off.  I hate sculpting models.  I'm struggling as it is to do it, but I also have no interest in doing it correctly anymore.  It's fucking boring sitting there trying to make this old guy's spine look as perfectly malformed as it is.  I also don't feel like I'm learning anything.  I mean, there's always that resistance when you don't like doing something that you don't learn anything from it.  But even when I do enjoy it for a moment, I feel like I am making no progress whatsoever.  I know it comes down to practice, but is 4 months of a class really practice enough for me to be anywhere near proficient at doing this?  No.  It isn't.  Not for me, anyway.  I don't want to do this class anymore, but I only have one more month, so I really might as well stick it out.

Being in that class makes me a silent pit of rage.  I just sit there hitting and pinching and cutting the clay until it's time to go.  That sweet release when class is over is the greatest indicator that I hate that class.  The fact that I don't dread work at 3AM, but I do dread that class at 1 the same day.  Usually I get a break; we do different projects on Wednesdays, but we're kinda in between, so now we're just doing the model every class.  It's driving me fucking bonkers.

Oh, I didn't publish this yet?  I must have gotten really distracted.  I haven't been like this about a class since like, high school social studies.