End of the semester
What is it about the end of the semester that makes me all grumpy and impatient? I spent the first half of last night's class typing curse words on my laptop so the girl sitting next to me would laugh. I just spent a good five minutes giving my anger to email about an idiot I know, as I put in the email, "...wins at being a douche bag with his fucking head stuck so far up his mother fucking ass that he'll be lucky to be able to drive home tonight without being able TO SEE THROUGH ALL OF HIS OWN FUCKING SHIT."
And can somebody please explain to me why twenty-year-olds think they know anything about the real world? Seriously! I'm going to go insane if I have to listen to one more KID try to convince some professor or me that corporations are evil and Dubya RULZ and how "Orwelian" everything is. Jesus, they tire me.
I won't even go into details about today at school, but trust me, it was so irritating.
I have no idea what's wrong with me but I know that this happened last semester too. I am so ready to graduate. Five more tests this semester. Nineteen more hours to graduate. Two more semesters and I'll be done. I'm simultaneously relieved and horrified at that prospect. There's gotta be some wine or something around here. There just has to be.
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The paper that 70% of my grade rests on, which I haven't even started, is due in 6 days. After sassing somebody and being impossibly anal about every detail of everyone's work, M said to me, "What is wrong with you today?" He wrote on my calendar for the 18th "Red gets hammered." I'm there. I feel you. I don't quite have rage, just frenzy.
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