Today I have officially reached the point of being FED UP with school.
As they may say in Calormen, the sun is dark in my eyes because of school.
For the first time in my academic career, I walked out of a classroom after the final NOT SAD to be leaving the class for the last time ever. Not sad at all.
And as I stand here in the computer lab, reflecting on the time and money expended this semester in the furtherance of my education, I find myself beyond disgusted with the gray-brown coating of dirt and finger sludge that graces the keyboard -- especially the bracket keys (and WHO ever uses the bracket keys?!?!?) [yeah, maybe this isn't completely rational anymore].
I went to go visit with the Flash between finals to feel better, but I couldn't even bring myself to eat the pink and white Mother's Circus cookies that I'd thrown in the back seat this morning for that express purpose. I only wanted to take my next final and LEAVE. Leave this horrid, horrid campus and all the classes that I've taken this semester to learn just about nothing (well, not true in the case of Geography; I'm sorry, Geography: don't take it personally).
[In the interest of sincerity and full disclosure, I am a little bit sad about my next class ending. Maybe the cookies will help with that. FAITH people, please be wanting to hang around for dinner tonight. This Monday could use a happy ending.]
1 comment:
Being fed up is the first step in the long process of recovery from the mental illness commonly known as "higher education." Hang in there!
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