*SHEER RAAAGE* AFJDKLA;FJDKL;SAJF;AS
I. HATE. THIS. SEMESTER!!!
Finals start next week, and my fucking Culture and Medicine professor decides to give us a goddamn cumulative final THIS FRIDAY. YES, AS IN THE FRIDAY THAT IS LESS THAN TWO DAYS AWAY. We have probably about 200 pages of reading A WEEK for this class. There are SIXTEEN weeks in the semester, so you do the math and calculate just how many fucking pages of reading I'm supposed to cover in LESS THAN TWO DAYS.
That's not even the worst of it. We'll still have our regularly scheduled final (which is on the 8th aka next Wednesday).
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THIS PROFESSOR?!
He is literally the biggest piece of shit I've ever encountered IN MY LIFE. I'd rather be taught by Hitler than to EVER take another class with this fucking asshole ever again. I want him to be fired. I want to ruin him. I want him to not get the PhD. he's currently working towards so his ten years of college means NOTHING. WHAT A MOTHERFUCKER, OMG. Seriously. You have NO IDEA how LIVID I AM, UGHHHHH.
But don't worry, professor. It's not like I don't have five other exams, a project, a 30-page term paper, AND another go at the LSAT to deal with. Nope. It's nbd. Cumulative final on top of regular final? Sounds good to me.
You know what else sounds good to me?
MY PROFESSOR'S CRIES OF PAIN AS HIS SKIN BLISTERS AND HIS ORGANS BOIL FROM THE INSIDE OUT WHILE HE DROWNS IN THE MOST FIERY DEPTHS OF HELL.
Music to my ears.
*RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE*
So this means I'll probably be a little M.I.A. for the next week and a half. If you don't hear from me after that, it will mean one of two things: 1.) I died from the overwhelming stress that is my life; or 2.) I am in jail for killing my professor. Hell, it actually might come to both of those things.
*sigh* Goodbye, world...!
Finals start next week, and my fucking Culture and Medicine professor decides to give us a goddamn cumulative final THIS FRIDAY. YES, AS IN THE FRIDAY THAT IS LESS THAN TWO DAYS AWAY. We have probably about 200 pages of reading A WEEK for this class. There are SIXTEEN weeks in the semester, so you do the math and calculate just how many fucking pages of reading I'm supposed to cover in LESS THAN TWO DAYS.
That's not even the worst of it. We'll still have our regularly scheduled final (which is on the 8th aka next Wednesday).
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THIS PROFESSOR?!
He is literally the biggest piece of shit I've ever encountered IN MY LIFE. I'd rather be taught by Hitler than to EVER take another class with this fucking asshole ever again. I want him to be fired. I want to ruin him. I want him to not get the PhD. he's currently working towards so his ten years of college means NOTHING. WHAT A MOTHERFUCKER, OMG. Seriously. You have NO IDEA how LIVID I AM, UGHHHHH.
But don't worry, professor. It's not like I don't have five other exams, a project, a 30-page term paper, AND another go at the LSAT to deal with. Nope. It's nbd. Cumulative final on top of regular final? Sounds good to me.
You know what else sounds good to me?
MY PROFESSOR'S CRIES OF PAIN AS HIS SKIN BLISTERS AND HIS ORGANS BOIL FROM THE INSIDE OUT WHILE HE DROWNS IN THE MOST FIERY DEPTHS OF HELL.
Music to my ears.
*RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE*
So this means I'll probably be a little M.I.A. for the next week and a half. If you don't hear from me after that, it will mean one of two things: 1.) I died from the overwhelming stress that is my life; or 2.) I am in jail for killing my professor. Hell, it actually might come to both of those things.
*sigh* Goodbye, world...!