I forgot. I forgot my professor doesn't know how to pronounce things. I forgot how incredibly irritating this is. It's grok. Like, a crocodile with a hard time with the first consonant. Grokster. Nobody here is croaking. I'm dying. I should have skipped class. I'm visible flinching every time he says it.
Oh, and in case you think this an isolated incident, he also thinks Stallone, like Sylvester Stallone (literally Sylvester Stallone; he's the party in the case) is pronounced with an "e" sound on the end. He adds a whole syllable just for the purpose of being wrong! Luckily, that was a short case. But this grokster case is something we are talking about a lot. And it's referenced in other cases. I am never free.
Just to put this in perspective, I sliced my finger open today, and I'm still taking the time and effort to write this. And it's on my pointer finger, so it's not like I can reposition my fingers and press on. Nope, all the pressing on that's occurring is my finger pressing on the keys in sharp pangs of frustration. GROKSTER DAMNIT. (He did it again. I wish I had cut my finger worse so I could be in the hospital right now. Or dying. Either would be preferable.)
In other news, I'm applying for jobs! It is not going well, but it is happening all the same. I've edited a few writing samples, I've redone my resume (many times), and I've written too many versions of cover letters to count. My frustration follows me into this aspect of my life. Even when I sort jobs by "entry level" positions (a sort facilitated by the website), the results returned require 2-5 years of experience. Why are they entry level? This isn't some error on the part of the website, either. It's a thing the company has to fill out! And they choose to advertise as "entry level." And then I click on 30 jobs I might like to do, and am not eligible to apply for any of them.
I talked to a classmate yesterday who said he's just applying to them anyway. So I guess I'm going to start doing that. Grrrrrrr. It would be so much easier if I had already passed the bar exam, because then I wouldn't seem quite so out of my league.
GROKSTER! The girl talking to the professor pronounced it right, then she pronounced it wrong to fall in line with this ancient relic in front of us. Now she's back to just saying it the right way (thank goodness).
Okay, I just had to rant a bit. Now I have to go write about how I will research the definition of
"interstate" for the purposed of the Fair Labor Standards Act. Fascinating stuff, am I right?
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