yea omg biggest bullshit ever. i just rang up about donne, i couldn't decode the english she was saying because she mumbled, said all her 'p' words right into the phone, and had a heavy european accent. AND she proceeded to read the poem to me. like, read the actual poem. yea, i KNOW what's in the poem, i've got it right in front of me... and THEN i had to endure her reading like the meaning of the poem from study guides and that kinda stuff. ooooooomg crap if i wanted that i'd look in my own freaking notes!
and then finally i interrupted her and went, "yea i think i understand the poem, but i'm not sure how i'd relate that to johnson's reading" and she's like, "well, YOU tell me how you'd relate that to a reading"
FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARKING HELL.
and then after all that she goes, "ok, i'll ask this question for you and we'll call you back"
and then the other lady who called back had a clearer voice but had no idea what johnson's reading was about. and she also read me the poem. ahaha.
i think i'm going to explode now.
*explodes*