Disillusionment
May 7th, 2008 by Rebecca
I’ve been getting fed up with university this semester. I’ve really gotten to the point where I don’t want to be there at all, and so I’m having huge trouble motivating myself to do anything uni-related when I’ve always got something more interesting to do.
I’ve taken some frustrating courses in my time, but this semester has more or less been the final straw.
First up, I have the sociology course from hell. I’ve blogged about this course before, but it’s only getting worse as the semester went on. Tonight, I had a compulsory tutorial in which the first half was spent talking about racist stereotypes - not, as one might think, to tear them apart, but in the lecturer’s words, to establish “general themes”. Apparently Muslim men are all domineering and evil and the rest of the world thinks white women are all sluts, blah blah blah vomit. The second portion of the tutorial appeared to have no purpose apart from allowing the tutor to go on a screaming half-hour rant about sex trafficking. It’s impossible to speak up in that course, even when she’s spouting racist trash, because one would cop a mouthful of abuse and then in all probability be marked down for the rest of the course.
Secondly, we have the world’s worst feminist theory course. I was way excited about this one at the start of the semester. Unfortunately, the list of theorists, for the most part, sucks. The first third was spent studying Judith Butler, who I can’t stand and who isn’t even a feminist. It’s another course where the bias was pretty clear: getting marked down for being too superficial (what in blazes is one supposed to do when one is critiquing a book-length theoretical work in a 1,500 word essay?) in a way that certainly wouldn’t have happened if I’d been pro-Butler, an author the lecturer adores. Many of the comments on my returned essay came down to “well, I like Butler, so you’re wrong.” The second part of the course was on postcolonial feminism, and Chandra Mohanty is excellent, but the assessment on that basically amounts to an exercise in English comprehension. The third part is on Janet Halley, who I find incredibly frustrating. She’s a left-field feminist critic, and her entire work is based around the assumption that feminism is really a discourse of sexuality, which is a pretty stupid assumption in my opinion. Moreover, she’s very prone to making dichotomies that don’t make any sense and leave out practically every single feminist of my generation, or dismiss them to her chapter ironically labelled something along the lines of “others”. My attitude to Halley can be summed up in this way: if your definition of mainstream feminism doesn’t include Jessica Valenti, there’s something wrong with your definition. It irritates the hell out of me that it’s voices like Halley who get the book deals and the time in academia when there’s so many brilliant minds struggling out on the margins.
And the last course is perhaps the world’s most boring course on the history of sexuality. I just don’t get how anyone could manage to make such an interesting topic into such a boring university course. There’s really not even more to say on that; it’s just an incredibly dull course.
So I’m at a point where I’m really struggling to stay motivated at all, and I’m incredibly thankful that I’m only another semester away from finishing the arts side of my degree. It makes me kinda angry too, when I read about the great experiences of so many others I read have had in academia, that I’m being left in a position where I’m not even learning anything, and just waiting for the damned thing to end.