I sit there, with my eyes coming out of my head, wondering if the lecturer is speaking Spanish, or is it just me? Everyone else seem to understand him/her and even answer the occasional question. Classes are massive, 40 to 100 plus people in a small, cramped, and not very well ventilated room. I think I was too pampered with the small, cozy, 8 people classes, and comfortable leather couches at Monash.
Two days of Marketing gibberish is making me really nervous. All I wanted to do in class was scream, “I AM AN ARTS STUDENT! GET ME OUT OF HERE!”. I can write a 5000 word essay on postmodernism, surrealism or even freaking Goddard or Ozu in a week’s time. I can watch the same movie 10 times and still find something new from it to write about. But I cannot give you the definition of marketing, or understand your 5 mins worth of explanation on integrated marketing communication. integrated wh-at?
I’m screwed aren’t I? Just say it. Cause I know it.
And, I’m paying $20K for this screw up. FML.
Oh, did I tell you? I am one of the chosen ones from half-girl’s blog-birthday giveaway lucky draw. I am anticipating my badges. I love snail mail. 
