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So I finally figured out how to use the school's bookstore website to check out what I'll need to buy for books this semester. (Why did I just figure this out after three semesters here? Because I didn't fucking know I could. They don't tell you any of this shit, you have to find it out for yourself. I really miss SMCC sometimes. They understand how to make themselves easily accessible to their students.)

Okay, first, the list that comes up includes the ISBN code. Isn't that sweet, how they think I'm not going to take that shit and run with it to Amazon to find used copies even cheaper than their used copies?

Second, the list for my US Popular Culture class, which is a History class, is longer than the lists for both my English classes put together. I am not fooled by this for a second - those classes have anthologies - but I was entertained by the fact that I will be reading multiple novels for a history course.

One of said novels, which I will not be reading, is Catcher in the Rye. HELL TO THE FUCKING NO I HATE THAT BOOK SO MUCH. SO FUCKING MUCH. FLAMES! FLAMES ON THE SIDE OF MY FACE! Seriously, it's not worth giving myself a stroke from rage because I can't reach into the book and beat Holden Caulfield senseless. Hate. HATE. HAAAAAATE. And you know what's funny? I know people on the internets who hate that fucking book as much as I do, but people IRL are always shocked, SHOCKED I SAY, that anyone could possibly hate it. So this should be interesting.

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At one point someone theorized that I didn't like it because I'm an adult. I was like, "Yeah, no, I had taste when I was sixteen too, thanks."

Okay, I didn't phrase it quite like that, and I understand what the person was getting at, but when I was sixteen, you know what? I could still tell Holden was an asshole. And when I tried to venture that theory in class, my teacher pretty much blew me off.

Yeah, you and me both sister. It was a defining moment in my understanding of literary criticism as "who can blow the most impressive smoke up my ass".

Although, my husband took a class on the same title in his Executive Protection course work, because apparently that title comes up time and time again among stalkers and other borderline personality types with extreme boundary issues. WHO KNEW.

OMG IMAGINE THE FUCK OUTTA THAT.

That's kind of awesome, actually, in an I-am-not-even-surprised kinda way.