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bipolarity. let me show you it.
Sep. 18th, 2008 12:19 pmThank god it's Winchester Day, man.
One of my professors resigned today, because she did not want to make us go through the process of mid-terms to then have them be invalidated because she was no longer an authority on the matter. This logic, while slightly kind of her, excludes the fact that hey, mid-terms are next week and had she quit before the semester even begun (as she actually intended to do) then it wouldn't matter because either someone else's authority would have been asserted, or our time could have been used in another class whose teacher was not going through some late quarter-life crisis. So this one is down for the count, nothing we can do this far along the semester, meaning we're screwed. Awesome.
Since we're discussing (cussing) school, I will go on ahead and inform you of the many ways in which this university is sucking my soul through my skin, inch by painful inch. I WANT MY SOUL, YOU FUCKERS!
BUT, Winchester Day, y'all! this is what's keeping me together, and like, stopping me from smashing my head against the table's edge, or killing someone (I hear they don't have cable in prison). Never thought I'd see the day when fictional characters were the only thing standing between me and total insanity.
Oh, then![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
maboheme linked to these Doctor Who icons, and yeah, it's all looking up now!
One of my professors resigned today, because she did not want to make us go through the process of mid-terms to then have them be invalidated because she was no longer an authority on the matter. This logic, while slightly kind of her, excludes the fact that hey, mid-terms are next week and had she quit before the semester even begun (as she actually intended to do) then it wouldn't matter because either someone else's authority would have been asserted, or our time could have been used in another class whose teacher was not going through some late quarter-life crisis. So this one is down for the count, nothing we can do this far along the semester, meaning we're screwed. Awesome.
Since we're discussing (cussing) school, I will go on ahead and inform you of the many ways in which this university is sucking my soul through my skin, inch by painful inch. I WANT MY SOUL, YOU FUCKERS!
BUT, Winchester Day, y'all! this is what's keeping me together, and like, stopping me from smashing my head against the table's edge, or killing someone (I hear they don't have cable in prison). Never thought I'd see the day when fictional characters were the only thing standing between me and total insanity.
Oh, then
maboheme linked to these Doctor Who icons, and yeah, it's all looking up now!
