Back to School!!!
So today marks my return to university and it is also more or less my last year.
Overall, it’s good to be back!
I say this now, but when econometrics starts raping me in the ass all year (it’s a sixer) I may be singing another song, but right now it’s all good- but it will be even better when half the first years drop out and give me some much needed breathing space.
I’m taking psyche 110, and I regret leaving my humanities until my fourth year- especially since it’s been a long time since I’ve developed into a pretentious and condescending ass- even worse yet is that this class is filled with every first year enrolled in the university all.. 360 million of them. I suppose the only reassurance available is that the class may empty by December, but then again this is not math 110. It’s psyche 110.
There is a guy I went to highschool with who’s been working at a store for the last 3 years, and has now decided to be proactive and do something with his life. However, taking only 3 courses consisting of psyche 110, religious studies, and history isn’t really what I’d call “taking life by the horns”. But oh well… anyway. It’s weird being in a first year course especially in September when all the first years turn to each other and shoot back 100 questions including the following: where the person is from, where is it exactly he or she is living, their phone numbers, their favorite colors and all the other things that go with being giddy and 18- cause I'm eighteen I get confused every day.
A first year turned to me, me who hasn’t shaved in 4 days and looks like the typical 4th year scrub, who is notorious for being unapproachable to people he doesn’t know or wants to pretend he doesn’t know, who knows that in arts and science you don’t talk to people you don’t know unless (and this is the only condition) you just were destroyed in a final and need a loving and understanding arm to cry upon- .otherwise there is no mindless chitchat in arts classes. I felt like trying to explain all of these rules to this bitch including the “no talking policy”, but meh. Why waste the breath? she’ll figure it out eventually- like when she drops out of university.
Overall, it’s good to be back!
I say this now, but when econometrics starts raping me in the ass all year (it’s a sixer) I may be singing another song, but right now it’s all good- but it will be even better when half the first years drop out and give me some much needed breathing space.
I’m taking psyche 110, and I regret leaving my humanities until my fourth year- especially since it’s been a long time since I’ve developed into a pretentious and condescending ass- even worse yet is that this class is filled with every first year enrolled in the university all.. 360 million of them. I suppose the only reassurance available is that the class may empty by December, but then again this is not math 110. It’s psyche 110.
There is a guy I went to highschool with who’s been working at a store for the last 3 years, and has now decided to be proactive and do something with his life. However, taking only 3 courses consisting of psyche 110, religious studies, and history isn’t really what I’d call “taking life by the horns”. But oh well… anyway. It’s weird being in a first year course especially in September when all the first years turn to each other and shoot back 100 questions including the following: where the person is from, where is it exactly he or she is living, their phone numbers, their favorite colors and all the other things that go with being giddy and 18- cause I'm eighteen I get confused every day.
A first year turned to me, me who hasn’t shaved in 4 days and looks like the typical 4th year scrub, who is notorious for being unapproachable to people he doesn’t know or wants to pretend he doesn’t know, who knows that in arts and science you don’t talk to people you don’t know unless (and this is the only condition) you just were destroyed in a final and need a loving and understanding arm to cry upon- .otherwise there is no mindless chitchat in arts classes. I felt like trying to explain all of these rules to this bitch including the “no talking policy”, but meh. Why waste the breath? she’ll figure it out eventually- like when she drops out of university.
posted by Doc at
7:45 PM
2 Comments:
my beard and shitty disposition ensures no one dare talk to me
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joe, at 11:13 AM
All the new chicks at work are fat, needless to say I havn't talked to any of them yet. When they do decide to talk to me, I'll be brief, and tell them my name is robby... cause I think thats funny.
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Clifford, at 10:32 PM
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