today in existential philosophy
we all thought we were going to get the study guide for our final, so like, since there’s no attendance policy people who i haven’t seen in months appeared out of the woodwork. BUT! our professor didn’t give us the study guide, so about 50 minutes into the class I looked around and literally EVERYBODY was either doodling, looking around aimlessly, or had fallen asleep. It seemed pretty fitting for our second to last class just because our professor is a fucking asshole who just stands there for an hour and twenty minutes going on and on and on about nothingness and marxism and fucking i don’t know what. My notes are littered with doodles and sentences that end in question marks or the word whatever. So glad that it is finally ending. Only have a 12 pg. paper about Sartre’s concept of the body compared to Heidegger’s, and the final.