Crossing the Um-Bridge

I had to make an internal "buh?" last night at what I heard was over dinner the other day. My dinner mate (who is an art major) was talking to her friend (who is a theater major) about an Art History class that was being offered in the spring and looks to be very popular. Of course, my dinner mate really did need this class because she’ll be apprenticing next year, and this is part of her four-year plan. Other, older art majors are taking this class because they, too, need it. To graduate on time.

Theater Major takes umbrage because she needs this class to qualify as a full-time student, and she loves art history. She might even be an Art History minor if it weren’t for the fact that she wasn’t an Art History minor…. By golly, she’s just got to be in this Art History class, come hell or high water! (I was a little curious to pose the question, “Or what?” just because it would have been interesting to watch someone’s head implode from the pressure of their own umbrage and the force of a logical question.)

No, sweetheart, you do not need that Art History class. You want that Art History class because you have some grandiose sense of entitlement because you are popular in the theater department. You want to take that class so you can tell your friends that you "know all about art", because "you took art in college". You are a sophomore. You want a filler class to take, you take bowling, golf, and tennis and call it a day.

I suppose I wouldn’t have cared so much in any other circumstance, but when you think that you get to be ahead of students who have to stay a year longer for missing one class their sophomore year because an entitlement-whore took their seat...I declare shenanigans.