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Have I ever mentioned that I am an incomprable asshole?
So, it looks like next semester is going to be a full courseload - sixteen credits and all that jazz - if I want to graduate on time. And I want to graduate on time, both because I possess a burning desire to, and because otherwise my mother will kill me.
It's not that the classes I've collected aren't cool. There'll be an exco, of course, and the next DiCenzo class, Abe's talmud class, a class on Christianity in America, which I've been wanting to study for a while now, and a class in Education Psychology, which will come in handy when I'm, you know, a RABBI.
That wasn't meant to be sarcastic. Rabbis are teachers. Ah, forget it.
And then there's sexuality in American history. This class and its professor come very highly recommended, but I have a sneaking suspicion some of the people in it will bother me. It happens every time I take a discussion-style class in any politicallly charged topic.
But I am such an asshole. I shouldn't have to take sixteen credits my last semester here. I should be taking it easy with drinks with umbrellas and scantily clad women. Why couldn't I have figured all this shit out freshman year? I am twenty thousand times more emotionally stable, intellectually capable, and generally competent than I was back then... it's almost not fair. I wish I had learned this all years ago.
Damn, I've sucked at life for so long, and now I'm paying the price, now that I know better.
Fuck.
So, it looks like next semester is going to be a full courseload - sixteen credits and all that jazz - if I want to graduate on time. And I want to graduate on time, both because I possess a burning desire to, and because otherwise my mother will kill me.
It's not that the classes I've collected aren't cool. There'll be an exco, of course, and the next DiCenzo class, Abe's talmud class, a class on Christianity in America, which I've been wanting to study for a while now, and a class in Education Psychology, which will come in handy when I'm, you know, a RABBI.
That wasn't meant to be sarcastic. Rabbis are teachers. Ah, forget it.
And then there's sexuality in American history. This class and its professor come very highly recommended, but I have a sneaking suspicion some of the people in it will bother me. It happens every time I take a discussion-style class in any politicallly charged topic.
But I am such an asshole. I shouldn't have to take sixteen credits my last semester here. I should be taking it easy with drinks with umbrellas and scantily clad women. Why couldn't I have figured all this shit out freshman year? I am twenty thousand times more emotionally stable, intellectually capable, and generally competent than I was back then... it's almost not fair. I wish I had learned this all years ago.
Damn, I've sucked at life for so long, and now I'm paying the price, now that I know better.
Fuck.