Tuesday, September 05, 2006

School Sucks

I realize that this is just one semester of my life, and that I'll look back on this and laugh about how freakin stressed out I am right now. But, what I thought was going to be one of the easiest, care-free semesters, with only 13 credit hours, is slowly becoming a fucking nightmare. The four 3 credit classes (I'm taking a 1 credit in Oct.) that I'm taking include reading/writing non-fiction (basically a class on how to understand and write term papers that are written in English, but might as well be written in Hebrew), freelance writing (which is a bunch of bullshit—mainly because I'm really upset about the grade I received on my first paper and that the two bitchiest girls in the class pretty much cheated and got A's), macro econ (which speaks for itself—naturally I have a foreign teacher who pronounces Wednesday like weanessday), and Intro to Visual Communications (funny how it was hard for me to remember the one class that I don't have a problem with yet). I'm also getting involved with the university magazine, DrakeMag. I'm an editor this semester, I've only written one article for the damn thing, I don't know what the hell I'm doing, I've already been ignored at my first meeting, and the two bitchy girls from class are the main editors. Shoot me in the fuckin face! If I have to put up with this one girl's attitude for the rest of the semester, I'll probably end up in jail and she'll be six feet under. Of course, I would never REALLY hurt her, but I can do some serious damage to her in my head. And I don't really know how I feel about these kickboxing classes that I'm taking: they could be a tremendous stress reliever or they could be making me more violent than ever. I find myself wanting to kick the shit out of some people just because I know I can. My boyfriend says that he doesn't like when I hurt him...I guess I slap his arms and chest pretty hard, maybe that's my stress reliever! HA just kidding! I love my boyfriend and would never conciously hurt him in a physical way. Unless of course, he were to tell his friend, who's a girl (I don't care if she could possibly be a lesbian), that was here visiting this past weekend that he loved her one more time.

Anyway, it's approx. 1:00 a.m. and I am so wired and pissed off about my whole situation that I can't sleep. Which will suck a little later when I need to get up and go work out at 6:00 a.m. I know that you, whoever you may be, are probably thinking, 'stop complaining, Sara, you stress out way too much'. Well, I can't help it my friends but this was a great way to vent! Thanks for reading!