first day blues
It's the first day of spring semester, and you're thinking, " OH MY GOD, that's SO horrible," and you're right, except it gets worse. I was supposed to have a museum internship and I don't. All museums already have an intern or didn't need one this spring. Which would have been fine had I known this to begin with, but the prof. in charge of my internship just got ahold of me today and told me this, so I'm being assigned to work on campus on some photo/history archive.
I'm sorry, did I sign up to work on campus? No, I signed up for a museum. It was the only thing I was looking forward to and now that's fucked. I mean does a museum look at one's resume to see if they worked on their lame-ass school campus? NO! They look for the museums they've worked at, so WTF!
I am so pissed, so disappointed. I just want to drop out of this fucking school, move outta town and change my major AGAIN!
Oh, and my one prof. has the worst hairpiece I've ever seen in my life. And I get to stare at it all semester long! Gee, golly!
I'm sorry, did I sign up to work on campus? No, I signed up for a museum. It was the only thing I was looking forward to and now that's fucked. I mean does a museum look at one's resume to see if they worked on their lame-ass school campus? NO! They look for the museums they've worked at, so WTF!
I am so pissed, so disappointed. I just want to drop out of this fucking school, move outta town and change my major AGAIN!
Oh, and my one prof. has the worst hairpiece I've ever seen in my life. And I get to stare at it all semester long! Gee, golly!