Why Do CUE?

It's that time of year again when all the dining halls are filled with glossy table tents proclaiming the value of filling out our teacher evaluations on-line. But, now, Saturday morning at 7:34am, as I begin to conclude what may have been one of the least productive all-nighters ever, I would like to offer one more inspirational reason to "do CUE."


After spending hours trying to craft my feministy essay around the defiantly poorly worded question (and for those of you who haven't had the pleasure of reading much feminist theory, wording is EVERYTHING and a bag of chips to feminists), I decided that the only way to mitigate my own (deep, deep) misery was to drag someone down with me. Thinking about one's own misery is an excellent way to stay miserable, which is great if you're into the whole "wallowing" scene. But eventually I said to myself "M, shoot girl, you should be strategic about this." Naturally my glossy table tent showed me the path.

I took a welcome break from "writing" this tragic paper of mine in order to write a far more
tragic evaluation of the class. I like to think of it as falling into the genre of truth with a hint of bitterness. Sort of a la "tostitos hint of lime," minus the once you start, you can't stop thing. At any rate, thank you, CUE.