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I can't decide if this was the longest or shortest weekend in existence. I feel like I've done so much, but accomplished so little.
I will be dropping Calc II. I just cannot find the energy or the concern to earn an A in that class. I can dick around in my other classes, but not this one, so I'm going to bid integration adieu for the time being. Fortunately, I'll still have plenty enough credits to transfer, even after dropping down to only 13 hours for this semester (gasp!). I know, I never thought I'd take anything lower than 17 or 18 hours my entire college career, and here I am, talking about lowering my course load to just above full-time status. Pathetic, isn't it?
I've spent the past few days thinking about what it would be like to transfer, to go back to Louisiana. I've also been trying to figure out why I was so vehemently opposed to going to LSU. My Dad and I had a heated discussion over this matter yesterday. He says he can't understand how a year ago, I would have sneered at the mere suggestion of applying to LSU, but now have come regard it as my "saving grace." Well, Dad, I don't understand it, either, but if you'd like to come to Alabama and have a go at being a frosh on the UA campus, then be my guest. You will quickly learn that this university does not value intelligence, but rather your social ties and bankroll figures. Everything here is governed by the Machine, a living, breathing entity that is comprised of racist, spoiled frat boys and their slutty, lush-in-the-making female equivalents. That, my dear sir, is why I want to leave. No, I am not so naive as to think that LSU will be any different, but I will be surrounded by people I love, people I NEED, and that, I hope, will be enough to stead me.
If it's not, then I'm all out of ideas.
Note to nobleseoblige: You made a comment in a previous entry that the new Britney Spears song was addictive. Yeah, well fuck you. I listened to it, out of morbid curiosity, mind you. Then I downloaded. And listened to it again. And again. In fact, it's on right now. I hold you responsible for the all-too-inevitable degeneration of my musical tastes. An apology and an all-expenses-paid trip to Scotland are in order.
I will be dropping Calc II. I just cannot find the energy or the concern to earn an A in that class. I can dick around in my other classes, but not this one, so I'm going to bid integration adieu for the time being. Fortunately, I'll still have plenty enough credits to transfer, even after dropping down to only 13 hours for this semester (gasp!). I know, I never thought I'd take anything lower than 17 or 18 hours my entire college career, and here I am, talking about lowering my course load to just above full-time status. Pathetic, isn't it?
I've spent the past few days thinking about what it would be like to transfer, to go back to Louisiana. I've also been trying to figure out why I was so vehemently opposed to going to LSU. My Dad and I had a heated discussion over this matter yesterday. He says he can't understand how a year ago, I would have sneered at the mere suggestion of applying to LSU, but now have come regard it as my "saving grace." Well, Dad, I don't understand it, either, but if you'd like to come to Alabama and have a go at being a frosh on the UA campus, then be my guest. You will quickly learn that this university does not value intelligence, but rather your social ties and bankroll figures. Everything here is governed by the Machine, a living, breathing entity that is comprised of racist, spoiled frat boys and their slutty, lush-in-the-making female equivalents. That, my dear sir, is why I want to leave. No, I am not so naive as to think that LSU will be any different, but I will be surrounded by people I love, people I NEED, and that, I hope, will be enough to stead me.
If it's not, then I'm all out of ideas.
Note to nobleseoblige: You made a comment in a previous entry that the new Britney Spears song was addictive. Yeah, well fuck you. I listened to it, out of morbid curiosity, mind you. Then I downloaded. And listened to it again. And again. In fact, it's on right now. I hold you responsible for the all-too-inevitable degeneration of my musical tastes. An apology and an all-expenses-paid trip to Scotland are in order.