Sorry for such a short litany of complaints about Brandeis this week. Terrible troublesome TAs

I pay $40,000 to attend Brandeis University. Well, actually, I don't pay $40,000, but my mother does. So it annoys me every so often to hear a self-righteous know-it-all-who goes to classes himself and has yet to achieve anything close to a Master's degree-stand in front of the class and lecture me instead of the highly-trained professor.

Our beloved TAs are, for the most part, great people. They work hard like us, they know the pain we go through when it comes to listening to some professors and they want to help us. Some of them are so very nice. But occasionally I get some dud who takes himself so seriously that he actually starts playing the role of "professor."

I certainly do not pay $40,000 to have a professor duck out of his responsibilities and put in his place a guy who thinks he is the cutest thing since Katie Holmes. I would rather stick a professor in front of me and watch him sleep, drink booze or tell World War II stories in a physics class then have some macho TA lecturer who acts like he knows what he is talking about when I hired the professor, not him, to do just that!

You all know what I am talking about. You always have that TA who grades you really harshly and makes snide comments, while on the other side of the room sits the TA who gives his group of students brownies, big hugs and A+ on their papers. In most cases I get the bad end of the stick. It's the story of my life. What can I say?

Asinine Aramark additions

If you guys have not noticed, the health brigade at Brandeis has put up signs in Sherman just to make us feel guilty. You can see signs like "Have some lean turkey today" or "Eat salad: It's fast, it's healthy, it's delicious!"
I am at college. I don't eat healthily. I don't have time to eat healthy, eating healthy tastes terrible, and because it tastes terrible I don't want to eat healthy. OK?

But worse than this is the choice of music put on by our beloved Sherman manager Aaron. He is a darling of a man who takes his job very seriously. He could do a little something with that moustache of his, but that's unnecessary.

Anyway, Aaron financed a new stereo system in Sherman, which, in theory, would work magic. You could have a Mexican-themed night or a chilled-out smooth jazz night or-my favorite-a Barry Manilow tribute. But instead, the pigs at Aramark have decided to play either blaring hiphop or this awful music played by complete and utter tools.

Message to my dear friend: Change the music or find a new customer! Or, in case that you don't change the music, Aaron, can I least have the next dance?