Cat in the Hat
"Dr. Glasner, did you just say '3 squared is 27'?"
"No, I said three times three squared is twenty seven... (what the hell) *cough* "
"So I hope you all have memorised your presentations by now. Are there any last questions?"
"Do we have to memorize them?"
These jack asses sit dangerously close to me in class.
If their stupid questions weren't so funny, I'm sure I would have slapped them by now.
Honestly, people, just pay attention.
I just realized that all of my classes this semester aren't teaching me anything useful.
At first I thought the research class would result in a quasi-decent paper, but no.
It looks like horse-manure at best. Better than pure B.S., but not much so.
Oh well. At least I'll be able to say that I have my name on a paper the next time I apply for grad schools.
Hopefully, they won't bother to read it...
So much effort... for essentially nothing. A real metaphor for life. Oh well. At least I'm not depressed anymore, Amen?
I actually feel inclined to do something. I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop, but the coast looks clear so far.