Mar 22, 2006 15:25
Stupid feelings.
I am starting to lose it. On saturday I got thinking about the reasons I want to continue with Literature, and how crap the list of novels for first semester at Victoria is, and what other novels other universities allow first years to do, monash even incorporating fanasty naratives -- just another reminder the restriction my bad enter score placed upon me, due to my negligence -- and I starting getting insanely angry at what I thought I as missing out on. What I know i'm missing out on, which finally resulted in me going ape-shit, saying I hated the course and I wanted to quit. And I still do, or at least half of me does. The other half simply doesn't want me to miss out on going to England and studying some real fucking Literature.
God I miss high school. I miss Mrs Wright threatening us with her insane screams to actually do practise exams before the real one. And I'm not surprised one bit -- I knew I'd resent leaving the little things, one of which I was rambling about earlier.