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Humanities is the worst class ever invented by my university. Some dipwad got the idea of throwing an art class, a music class, and literature class into one, having three professors for it, and three and half hours of torturous lecture. Go die. And I have to take two insufferable semesters. I know I didn't have to do it over the summer, but it's my belief that it's easier because I don't have to take it in conjunction with other classes, and I don't have to go see plays or visit locations, which takes time away from reading all the dry garbage we have to cram into our brains daily.
And I love literature, but I don't love old literature. There is nothing terribly complex about it, because all the main characters are flawless and everyone lives happily ever after. The end.
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