School is shitty!
So I finally went to school again a week after I attended my last class . . . I sit here and realize why I don't go . . . CAUSE IT IS A BIG FUCKIN' WASTE OF TIME! I could get another job and make money rather than attending classes that teach me less than I learned reading my book the night before, UGH! So frustrating but alas I do it because it is expected of me, because when I don't people look down upon me, because they require attendence and I'll be damned if I fail out of school AGAIN! I just don't have the motivation anymore . . .
I only have one final, unless I seriously bomb my psych exam tomorrow, then I'll have to take that one too, but I think I'll do okay . . . I've read most of the info and the study guide doesn't seem that intense so I should be fine. Then there's a freaking required party to attend on Tuesday . . . what is that? I know my classmates, I don't need to sit around and eat with them to get to know them more . . . its a waste of $2 to take the bus here and back for that shit as well as like a lot of dollars on bagels and donuts and coffee that I said I would bring . . . if you're reading this, please call my cell Tuesday morning and remind me I have to get that shit before school . . . and if anyone has a car I could borrow to get the shit to school, that would be much appreciated as well :) Perhaps management will let me take them for free . . . but that wouldn't be right . . . oh well.
So I am uber excited that the semester is coming to a close, but I must warn you that there will be much fewer journal entries to read as most of them in the past month were written here, during med term, cause its a WASTE OF MY TIME! Can't we start the review session already . . . I'm tired, cranky, and impatient . . . I need a nap . . . I really need to get my priorities straightened out . . . its just to bad that when I get hooked on something or someone I make it or he/she my priority rather than what is really important.
Damn, I just remembered I have to move furniture when I get home . . . that would move my nap until at least 4 . . . maybe we'll get out of lab early . . . ha ha ha, wishful thinking . . . but I would really like to spend some qt with Deanna tonight like she said we could . . . I can study after, no doze is my best friend . . . I do this every year . . . perhaps I should study for psych now rather than write this journal entry that is getting entirely too long, and probably REALLY boring for those of you that have made it this far . . . but this is way more fun than studying, don't you agree?
Eh, I'm at a loss for words . . . just frustrated and angry I suppose . . . perhaps some of my psych will peak my interest and I'll become motivated, productive kim as opposed to lazy, time-wasting kim . . . Let's find out shall we?
I only have one final, unless I seriously bomb my psych exam tomorrow, then I'll have to take that one too, but I think I'll do okay . . . I've read most of the info and the study guide doesn't seem that intense so I should be fine. Then there's a freaking required party to attend on Tuesday . . . what is that? I know my classmates, I don't need to sit around and eat with them to get to know them more . . . its a waste of $2 to take the bus here and back for that shit as well as like a lot of dollars on bagels and donuts and coffee that I said I would bring . . . if you're reading this, please call my cell Tuesday morning and remind me I have to get that shit before school . . . and if anyone has a car I could borrow to get the shit to school, that would be much appreciated as well :) Perhaps management will let me take them for free . . . but that wouldn't be right . . . oh well.
So I am uber excited that the semester is coming to a close, but I must warn you that there will be much fewer journal entries to read as most of them in the past month were written here, during med term, cause its a WASTE OF MY TIME! Can't we start the review session already . . . I'm tired, cranky, and impatient . . . I need a nap . . . I really need to get my priorities straightened out . . . its just to bad that when I get hooked on something or someone I make it or he/she my priority rather than what is really important.
Damn, I just remembered I have to move furniture when I get home . . . that would move my nap until at least 4 . . . maybe we'll get out of lab early . . . ha ha ha, wishful thinking . . . but I would really like to spend some qt with Deanna tonight like she said we could . . . I can study after, no doze is my best friend . . . I do this every year . . . perhaps I should study for psych now rather than write this journal entry that is getting entirely too long, and probably REALLY boring for those of you that have made it this far . . . but this is way more fun than studying, don't you agree?
Eh, I'm at a loss for words . . . just frustrated and angry I suppose . . . perhaps some of my psych will peak my interest and I'll become motivated, productive kim as opposed to lazy, time-wasting kim . . . Let's find out shall we?