Dear Sociology 301,
When I first heard of you back in the winter, I thought you sounded pretty cool. I asked around, actually, wanting to find out what made you tick, and lots of people told me you were great. Like with all great relationships, I looked you up online and what I found said you were helpful, available and a little easy, so I figured "Hey, all of those things are just what I'm looking for!"
I sought permission from your department head so I could see you. I'd never taken a class like you before, so he had to make sure I was up to your standard. But lucky me, permission was granted and I was going to be able to see you for five hours every week!
I was thrilled, you sounded so awesome. Going to the classroom the first day, I had butterflies because I was so nervous. I hung on to every word spoken and took careful notes of all the important things you wanted me to know. I was attentive.
But slowly, week by week, you became less interesting. I don't know what it was, but I just didn't want to see you anymore. I showed up, sure, and I continued to take notes, but my heart just wasn't in the relationship like it had been in July. You had grown dull, boring. I wanted something better, something that kept my attention, and I thought of the classes I'd taken last fall, but I continued our weekly meetings.
The first mid-term came, which was wonderfully open book. I passed with minimal studying and flying colours. I think our relationship rekindled a bit there, because I remembered why I was so taken with you in the beginning: you were easy.
But then the second mid-term approached, and I knew I wasn't prepared. All my note taking wasn't enough to make sense of your endless rambles. What did I actually know of society, the course material, since I barely listened in class, choosing to read a novel in between writing down your notes. So I studied hard, not wanting you to know I was losing interest. I wanted you to believe that I still cared. And I passed, again, and I don't think you knew just how little I wanted to see you anymore.
I think you realized it was over when I skipped class one day. I'm sorry, I didn't want to hurt you, but I couldn't bring myself to be there.
The final was today, and I have to say, I'm not going to miss you, Soc. Sure, we had some fun times, some great moments of discussion and humour, but we're just not made for each other. I'm going to go back to journalism classes in the fall, I think you should know that. No, we can't hang out anymore - you're just not right for me. And despite my grades, I don't care about you. I faked the whole relationship. I'm sorry.
Sincerely,
Tonaya Marr
Tonaya Marr is a 20-year-old woman living in Regina. She feels like calling herself a "woman" feels weird, but "girl" is also inappropriate. So, Tonaya Marr is a 20-year-old future world leader living in Regina. Much better. You can reach her at [email protected] or on Twitter @TonayaMarr.
