| rukis_croax ( @ 2006-05-02 09:13:00 |
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fun times. . . .
So, I've got less than a week until I propose my senior thesis. Why am I so sure of failure?
Oh, and my Fundamentals of C & I is, in addition to being a dumbshit, a nasty sonofabitch. I'll be lucky to B this course, which is ridiculous. I know how to work a damn computer, thankuverymuch. He'll take any opportunity available to deduct points from everything I do. Motherfucker needs a truck to the head.
I want out of college. . . I've been doing this for four years. I'm done. Really. I don't give a shit that this is supposed to be the treasured time of my young life. I'm fairly certain I'm not going to look back on my useless, shitass Liberal Arts courses in ten years and go, "Oh, if only I was there now. . . ." No. I want to start my real life. I should be graduating this year, but thanks to RIT's policy on accepting transfer students, (namely, "yeah, we know you have enough credits to graduate, but we're going to squeeze you for that extra year so you spit out forty grand") I'm not. I don't want to lose my friends, or my awesome house, but I am dooooone with this college bullshit.
Rowr. My stomach hurts. And I wish my goddamn professor would shut up about rods and cones. Or at the very least, take the rod out of his ass.