Dear HUM2305, 

Hey. I want to begin by saying that I despise everything about you. Before you get terribly offended, let me explain why. For the past couple of days, you’re all I’ve been thinking about. After careful consideration and reflection of the past months that we’ve been together, I’ve formulated an opinion of you. And that opinion is teetering between hatred and loathing.

For starters, you are pointless, you are boring, you are a waste of time and you benefit me in absolutely no way. You, your professors, and the University of Florida clearly mean well. But unfortunately, you aren't doing much for me. Although you may think that reading Sophocles’ Antigone will give me a better idea of what will make my life "good," I’m going to have to (strongly) disagree. Chick Fil A is going to make my life "good." Reading about a bunch of Ancient Greek people killing themselves is not going to make my life any better. HUM2305, if you want to make me have a better life, buy me ice cream, rub my back, or perhaps inspire me to figure out what I actually want to do with my life. Don’t make me read articles about Aboriginal villages in North-Western Australia.

I know what you’re going to say. I haven’t fully grasped the concept of your class, and I need to apply the lessons of our readings into my life. But, the A- I’m receiving in your class disagrees. However, I’d rather not continue to think about your class lessons, because there are better things to do than ponder how to “Perpetuate the Good Life.” If you are going to make all Freshmen take a required class, it should probably be about how to avoid gaining 15 pounds in your first month of College or how to stop embarrassing yourself in front of large amounts of people. 

After today, I will have taken your final test, and I will be done with you. And I couldn’t be more ecstatic about it. I look forward to the semester where I don’t have to wake up at 9:30 A.M twice a week to listen to you tell me how to have a good life. Sure, life can be about finding yourself Siddhartha style, but it’s also (mainly) about Tijuana Flats… and spending the little money you have on Tijuana Flats. So, HUM2305, if you want to teach people about the real good life, you should probably talk about important things… like the chicken quesadillas at Tijuana Flats. 

In conclusion, I still hate you… and now that our relationship is officially over, I can finally live a good life. Goodbye HUM2305, see you never. 

Sincerely, 

Freshman at the University of Florida 

P.S. If you are my professor or TA, and you have just finished reading this, this entire article was a joke, obviously. I loved this class, and thank you for the experience of a lifetime! Also, please don't change my grade.