(Originally Written Friday, September 30th, 2005)

Yeah, so a brief outline of my week. So far I have had two tests, two essays assigned, two sick days, one visiting Emily day. What with work, school and taking care of Trouble I have had no ME time. I find that my attention in class is lagging and I'm starting to question, why am I here? Surely it's not this University. This can't be my purpose. If counciling is my purpose, fine, perfect, that's what I want, but this isn't learning to council. This is bullshit. 

Today I learned step by step how a baby comes out of the womb. This would be interesting and knowledgable except for a few things. First off I learned that in Health in grade nine. Second, we've learned that for the past two weeks in that class. SHE WONT MOVE ON! We have an essay coming up and I can't find an article I want for a topic because I want to please the teacher and she seems to think child psychology is all about a mother's fucking uterus. I have learned nothing in that class I haven't already learned.

In my Personality class, the one I thought would be the most fun, I find that she's re-teaching first year psych. She spent two days on Freud. FREUD I ASK YOU! We're second year students, we've eaten, digested and ultimately crapped out Freud already. Nine questions on my exam last year were about Freud. Today she started something new, personality tests. FINALLY! But unfortunately for me, she's doing the ones I already know (remember, thinking or precieving and all that bull shit?). I have learned nothing in that class I haven't already learned.

Social Psychology is a good class. The notes are online, the teacher is not boring and the topics are always open to discussion. But I need structure and there is nothing in that class. The essays are aparently there to express ourselves. Well I got news for him. I speant all this week and last and the one before that studying for a test in CLT1101 that I KNOW I failed (I know because I couldn't even fill in over half the questions) and afterwards studying for my test today (that I know I aced because I cheated [The cheating is aparently allowed by the teacher, ask for details later when I'm less pissed]). I haven't had time to express myself and the five page essay is due tuesday. I will pull it out of my ass tomorrow. Five pages in one afternoon is nothing compared to my two-day 20 pages essay in theology last year. Fucking stupid teachers.

I almost forgot about Stats. I like stats.

Last class is Irish Literature. Now, you may be wondering why I took that? Because I needed an elective per semester or else I'll be screwed fourth year. Beyond the point. The point is that it is the worst class ever. Sure, I can say Dia duich, conas atá tú, but that's about it. I don't know the word for tree and I studied for two weeks. TWO WEEKS! I am the worst ever.

Wherever I am supposed to be, and whatever I'm supposed to be doing this cannot be it. I don't even have a night off! My one day off (sunday) is band practive. Everyother day I'm working or schooling. I may start skipping wednesdays. The teacher is fucking stupid anyway.

So if you're wondering why I haven't written anything funny these past two weeks, it's cause mum and da are in hungary and since Dan is useless I've been watching Trouble every night. The one night I took off (saturday) I came home to find Trouble crated and Dan gone. I had to walk Trouble on my one night off.

I hate this fucking life. What's the point of University anyway? I'm not learning anything, except how to bullshit paperwork, and I work at a low-level job where I'm the only one in my department who knows how to add so I'm quite good at bullshitting paperwork already, thanks. At best I'm practicing my bullshit. I can't believe I paid Five Thousand dollars for the PRIVILAGE of this education. Next time someone says "There are children in Africa who would do anything for your education" I'll tell them to welcome it. 

Am I right? Am I wrong? Please submit comments into the comment box.

I haven't proof read this yet, I'll do it later. 

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Editor's Note: I wasn't sure whether I should delete this afterwards. It should be noted that once I got the hang of SOC it was the easiest and most fun I've ever had in any class. I also learned more and retained more than any other class. Stats was the hardest exam I ever took but I don't have to take Stats II so I'm content with my mark. I failed personality. It got harder as time went on. I no longer "hate this fucking life", this was mostly stress. The stress of having to get up at 5:30 to commute to class. The stress of too much classes and not enough time to express myself artisticly. I'm much more content now.