I'm...confused. Sounds usual, eh?
But I am. I think. I don't know for sure. Which, by definition, would mean that I'm confused.
Maybe?
Sort of.
Sure. We'll go with that.
I want it to be next semester. Actually, I want it to be next year, when I'll be somewhere else. Somewhere with people who want to be there and don't act like five-year-olds. I shouldn't have to go to school to put up with infants.
So ridiculous. So frustrating. Act your age, dammit. Grow up. Act like you care about your life. If you don't care about your future, why should I?
That's right--I shouldn't. Then why do I care so much?
15 years ago
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I wish I was gone from this school I'm in too. Everyone is acting, as you said, like five-year-olds. And when you actually care about what marks you get and if you pass or not, they insult you about it.
It sickens me. These people are going to be running the world with those of us who actually CARE. Sadly, it seems that those who don't care outnumber us that do.
At least it's only one more semester for you. Thats only a couple of months...
Unfortunately, in the real world it doesnt get much better. One of the PhDs that I work with threw a temper-tantrum (complete with stomping feet, flailing arms and pouting) because she didnt get her way!
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