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Ok, so, getting older is really shitty, I feel. I can't deal with life right now. I can't deal with graduation or how I feel like procrastination is warranted now that i'm going to be out of dumb John Jay this year. What the frig am I even going to do? It's great how I have really good grades and I'm really active at school and everything, and no one even cares about that. COME ON. Hire me right now.
I can't deal with working at the stupid writing center. It is the most thankless, most retarded job ever. No one ever comes in motivated to do any work at all, and all I do is give ideas out and send people packing. I love how professors recommend all the dumb students in my classes to come be tutored by me as though I don't mind running the risk of giving them the ideas I have for papers that we have to do for the same class. Thanks, Professors. I appreciate it.
I fucking HATE how my dumb boss thinks that my life revolves around how she needs people to do workshops. I can't speak in public! No one ever listens to me because I'm bad at it, and I don't want to have to make up new workshop material every friggin day just because you don't want anyone else doing workshops. GET OVER IT. I have to get work and get a life. Why the fuck should I worry about you impressing the provost? I mean, come on. You're worried about getting funding and impressing people, but then you call different departments and swear at the people who head them? WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?
This is terrible. I never should have left Rhode Island because, seriously, I would have found my niche eventually. I was an idiot to think that coming to a fuckin "urban school" would help me at all. I have no guidance and no confidence. Where do I even go? If I were a forensic science major then I'd have lots of help figuring out who I have to blow for a job. Those assholes can sit around with their thumbs up their asses and get work. Thanks, John Jay, for making me feel like a complete loser because I'm not a forensic science braggart.
Fuck you, New York.
Stupid.
I can't deal with working at the stupid writing center. It is the most thankless, most retarded job ever. No one ever comes in motivated to do any work at all, and all I do is give ideas out and send people packing. I love how professors recommend all the dumb students in my classes to come be tutored by me as though I don't mind running the risk of giving them the ideas I have for papers that we have to do for the same class. Thanks, Professors. I appreciate it.
I fucking HATE how my dumb boss thinks that my life revolves around how she needs people to do workshops. I can't speak in public! No one ever listens to me because I'm bad at it, and I don't want to have to make up new workshop material every friggin day just because you don't want anyone else doing workshops. GET OVER IT. I have to get work and get a life. Why the fuck should I worry about you impressing the provost? I mean, come on. You're worried about getting funding and impressing people, but then you call different departments and swear at the people who head them? WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?
This is terrible. I never should have left Rhode Island because, seriously, I would have found my niche eventually. I was an idiot to think that coming to a fuckin "urban school" would help me at all. I have no guidance and no confidence. Where do I even go? If I were a forensic science major then I'd have lots of help figuring out who I have to blow for a job. Those assholes can sit around with their thumbs up their asses and get work. Thanks, John Jay, for making me feel like a complete loser because I'm not a forensic science braggart.
Fuck you, New York.
Stupid.