The Weekend Killer

Worked 15 hours on Friday, and came home to this guy. Due tomorrow at 5:30 and worth 40% of my final grade in this class, this take home exam for my "Working with Diverse Populations" class had me good and boring this weekend. The good news is, I have a solid B in this class at the moment. The bad news is anything less than a B in my program means you get to take the class over again. While many of the classes that I've taken so far have provided me with insight into my chosen field, this class is something of a joke. Not that I don't respect the material, I really do. I think that it is invaluable to recognize the differences that we have, and how to work with them. I just don't feel like the professor has her heart in it. In my undergraduate and graduate career, this is probably the only class I've had that had us discuss the evils of racism through collage and ends with a pizza party.