They are so mind-numbingly elementary in both concept and execution, but an unfortunate necessity at all stages of education in a small university like USC. One could compare the experience to that fateful day when you came home from Kindy and found that Play School no longer satisfied your intellectual hunger. I found these classes tiresome in first-year, where I had enough of an adult-mindset to research what was required of me in my classes before it was time to start handing in assessment. No I'm in my third year, and get lumped with the foolish majority who smoke giggling in the doorways and look confused when there is no bell. The lecture slide shows have sound effects and pretty pictures, and are littered with definitions of words and concepts so basic that I don't offer an answer, as I'm sure that the seemingly obvious question must be more complex than I dare assume. Then some 17-year-old girl in a micro-mini giggles and answers with, "Um, wasn't that a reality show on MTV?" when asked if anybody knows what defamation is. Without my soy latte this would be unbearable.