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I'm probably just being dramatic, but I've been freaking out nearly all day. I'm already tired of Rochester and my life here and I just want to bail on everything. Is a degree really necessary? I'm going to Las Vegas this weekend for a packaging conference, which sounds pretty awesome, right? But the thing is that I can't find anyone to cover my shifts. Not ANYONE. I'm calling people tomorrow in hopes that they'll have a heart and fill in for me in order to possibly save my job. Hopefully that will work better than asking people in person has, because this is exhausting and discouraging. Another problem with Vegas is that I'll be missing my first data analysis exam. I asked him if he gave makeup exams and he said he'd give me one but I shouldn't count on it any time soon. What does that mean? Does that mean that at the end of the quarter I'll be taking an exam on the first five chapters in addition to the final? And I'm nearly failing sociology because my professor really thinks her class in the be-all end-all of all her students' lives. When the class average is less than 51% on the first assignment, one should know there's a problem. But not her. I need out of that class. I refuse to fail a liberal arts class. They're clearly a waste of my time.
School sucks and I want to quit. I don't even want to transfer anymore; I just want to run away. From school, from life, from Rochester. I think I'll go to New York. What a novel idea. Okay, I guess we all knew this was going to end with me blissfully there. I know I'd have places to crash there while I tried to stabilize. I'll keep dreaming of that for the next two or however many years while I keep cranking away at the degree. But I think if I lose my job I'll just leave and forget this whole city ever happened. I'm pretty good at forgetting things anyway.
Sorry for the whining. My journal. Get over it.
School sucks and I want to quit. I don't even want to transfer anymore; I just want to run away. From school, from life, from Rochester. I think I'll go to New York. What a novel idea. Okay, I guess we all knew this was going to end with me blissfully there. I know I'd have places to crash there while I tried to stabilize. I'll keep dreaming of that for the next two or however many years while I keep cranking away at the degree. But I think if I lose my job I'll just leave and forget this whole city ever happened. I'm pretty good at forgetting things anyway.
Sorry for the whining. My journal. Get over it.