Mixed Signals
For this summer:
1. The Professor, who expects me to read his mind and his illegible notes (in over 100 languages of the Slavic, Romantic, Germanic, American Indian, Indo-Iranian, Far East, Caucasus, Finno-Ugric and Turko-Tatar families) tells me one day he wants to fire me and that I'm hopeless, and the next that I'm brilliant and could I please not go to Michigan and instead help him compile suffixes for his book? No, professor. You won't let me wear my hair down.
2. Can I please my parents? Am I pleasing them? Are they conveying to me that they are pleased? My family is a weird pile of hate? Why do boys not want to hook up.
3.
About time I'm leaving this fucked-up place.
1. The Professor, who expects me to read his mind and his illegible notes (in over 100 languages of the Slavic, Romantic, Germanic, American Indian, Indo-Iranian, Far East, Caucasus, Finno-Ugric and Turko-Tatar families) tells me one day he wants to fire me and that I'm hopeless, and the next that I'm brilliant and could I please not go to Michigan and instead help him compile suffixes for his book? No, professor. You won't let me wear my hair down.
2. Can I please my parents? Am I pleasing them? Are they conveying to me that they are pleased? My family is a weird pile of hate? Why do boys not want to hook up.
3.
About time I'm leaving this fucked-up place.