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I don't know what the fuck I'm doing anymore. I'm at this point, where if things pan out how I think they will this semester, then I will most likely be here more than 4 years...which sort of makes me sad.
All I want to do is teach, it shouldn't be this hard. And Psychology is not a necessary evil to graduate...at least it shouldn't be. Jesus Christ (sorry to offend anyone) but whose Mother actually writes their child an e-mail saying, oh sorry honey, I can't buy you a plane ticket to come visit because she decided to move into a large expensive house with a fucking slide for the pool, and re-decorate the bedrooms and living room instead.
My head hurts, I need to hit something...
damn, I dropped the f bomb a lot tonight:)
All I want to do is teach, it shouldn't be this hard. And Psychology is not a necessary evil to graduate...at least it shouldn't be. Jesus Christ (sorry to offend anyone) but whose Mother actually writes their child an e-mail saying, oh sorry honey, I can't buy you a plane ticket to come visit because she decided to move into a large expensive house with a fucking slide for the pool, and re-decorate the bedrooms and living room instead.
My head hurts, I need to hit something...
damn, I dropped the f bomb a lot tonight:)