cry of despair
oh yes! oh beautiful! cool! absolutely fabulous! congratulate me!
why does this ALWAYS happen to ME?!
you know what? I HATE responsibility.
I'm NOT the one to be responsible for anything, I'm extremely unconfident, I'm self-conscious and I cant manage people! And please, write this in my personal file in capital letters and never ever ask me to organise anything because it's pure agony for me!
I HATE to be "the good girl": if I do well in the class it doesnt fucking mean I'll herd every classmate into yearly competition or 9 May play or take care of school dance on Friday night or lock the cloakroom. But that's what always happened: Dasha, I'm sure I can rely on you. I hate that!
I thought nothing can be worse than being a class monitor, and I thought it's in the past, dead and buried never to come back again; oh my lord, didnt I take pains to create a certain image, you know, of a person whom you cannot trust to check the change in the tuck-shop. And I thought I got it really. Well yeah, I didnt even have to call any professor so far to sort out any cancellations or schedule changes.
And NOW it has happened. You know who I am? I'm a fourth year student. You know what it means? It means we're having that bachelor party in the uni in May. You know what it looks like? A hundred of pissed 4- and 5- year raving in the hostel, or dormitory, or hall of residence - I dunno the word in English, чертово общежитие короче, я жалуюсь, а не пишу сочинение! Факин общежитие на Приморской, где затусуются не только наши, но еще половина универского филfака!
Surprise! Person on duty, I mean that guy (in fact she's a girl, the one from the Finnish department 5th year) who is in charge of the campus is off to Helsinki writing her graduate work.
And the head of department tells me today I'm in charge of the party.
I say, hell no.
She says, fuck yes.
I say, no way.
She calls a dean and he says, fuck yes.
I say, says who?!
She says, put yourself in my position. If not you than who?
I say, Roma.
She says, he's gonna be smashed.
I say, so am I.
She says, no you're gonna be in charge of the party and keep order.
I say, no way.
The dean says, wasn't it you who applied for post-graduate course (dont know the word in English as well, аспирантура,в общем).
So you can guess the result. Fucking blackmail.
Of course I'm not alone. Oh no. There's gonna be a demonstrator (лаборант?..) from cryochemistry faculty to help me (I assume he's a loser).
Happy May.
why does this ALWAYS happen to ME?!
you know what? I HATE responsibility.
I'm NOT the one to be responsible for anything, I'm extremely unconfident, I'm self-conscious and I cant manage people! And please, write this in my personal file in capital letters and never ever ask me to organise anything because it's pure agony for me!
I HATE to be "the good girl": if I do well in the class it doesnt fucking mean I'll herd every classmate into yearly competition or 9 May play or take care of school dance on Friday night or lock the cloakroom. But that's what always happened: Dasha, I'm sure I can rely on you. I hate that!
I thought nothing can be worse than being a class monitor, and I thought it's in the past, dead and buried never to come back again; oh my lord, didnt I take pains to create a certain image, you know, of a person whom you cannot trust to check the change in the tuck-shop. And I thought I got it really. Well yeah, I didnt even have to call any professor so far to sort out any cancellations or schedule changes.
And NOW it has happened. You know who I am? I'm a fourth year student. You know what it means? It means we're having that bachelor party in the uni in May. You know what it looks like? A hundred of pissed 4- and 5- year raving in the hostel, or dormitory, or hall of residence - I dunno the word in English, чертово общежитие короче, я жалуюсь, а не пишу сочинение! Факин общежитие на Приморской, где затусуются не только наши, но еще половина универского филfака!
Surprise! Person on duty, I mean that guy (in fact she's a girl, the one from the Finnish department 5th year) who is in charge of the campus is off to Helsinki writing her graduate work.
And the head of department tells me today I'm in charge of the party.
I say, hell no.
She says, fuck yes.
I say, no way.
She calls a dean and he says, fuck yes.
I say, says who?!
She says, put yourself in my position. If not you than who?
I say, Roma.
She says, he's gonna be smashed.
I say, so am I.
She says, no you're gonna be in charge of the party and keep order.
I say, no way.
The dean says, wasn't it you who applied for post-graduate course (dont know the word in English as well, аспирантура,в общем).
So you can guess the result. Fucking blackmail.
Of course I'm not alone. Oh no. There's gonna be a demonstrator (лаборант?..) from cryochemistry faculty to help me (I assume he's a loser).
Happy May.