You may or may not remember this little gem.
Well, I’ve done it again.
I’m sitting on a bench in the hallway studying before my next class. The girl sitting next to me has her bag open between us, her books and folders falling everywhere and onto my legs.
So she says,
“I’m sorry if my bag is like, hitting you.”
and I say…
“No worries, I don’t mind being hit a little.”
I dont know why I said that. I did not mean it the way it sounded.
Ugh. Why am I so creepy sometimes?
Merg. Take all the nonsense I have been spouting about how I have not been panicking about school and ignore it. I guess it’s just not in my nature to be mellow.
I don’t understand why scheduling classes each term has to be so stressful. I basically just pray that I an registering for the correct courses and then desperately claw my way trying to take hold of them. I wake up at 5 a.m. on my register start date and refresh the registration page until it finally lets me start. By the time I have entered in my desired classes, inevitably 2 of them will be booked. It is so frustrating. I have been working so hard hard but I have this strange fear that I won’t be able to graduate in spring for some stupid reason. My school just has a way of fucking people over. Grrrr.
Could I meet with someone about this? Sure, if they weren’t all booked solid until after registration.
I’m also just really annoyed at how my classes are scheduled. Basically, the first half of this term will be spent teaching everyone how to subtly fall asleep at their desks. Then, suddenly, I have a million HUGE projects all due at the same time, combined with bunch of huge exams. It’s as if they conspired to fuck us over. Are these project I could get ahead on-no. They’re “group” projects. Grrrr.
Oh my god I am so frustrated! Where the fuck is Jason when I need him to scream with me?! AAAAGGGHH.
Thanks JWU. I’ll be sure to send a big fucking muffin basket your way when this is all over, you mildly competent monkeys.