WTF IS THIS SHIT
12 units?! I'm a fucking 5th year! I'll graduate when I'm 40 at this rate. Beam me up, Scotty, I need to get out of this rut. I need to be working now. I'm ready to face facts that university education, as awesome as it is, is nothing but academic masturbation. We don't need this shit to survive. I'm ready to be a drone, a worker bee. I don't need literary theories to be a seaman. Or a truck driver. Or a politician's poison tester.
That's the height of my ambition right there. Take your careers, your snazzy business clothes, your air conditioned office cubicles. I want a job that requires me to get a gold tooth. I'm not in this for the money, I'm in this to live. It can't be a rat race when I'm standing still.
WTF is AP199 doing on a Monday? I thought we didn't have classes on Monday. And this 5:00-8:00 time slot is definitely going to get me amped. I'm probably going to that class drunk.
Fuck you too, College of Mass Communication. What is this elitist bullshit that won't allow me to enlist in film subjects. I need those to get out of here.