I don't need a gang to wash my ass
Sep. 14th, 2004 04:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
whiski_sourI am apparently too old to be in college. I go to school to take notes, take tests, write papers, and hopefully one day walk away with this little piece of paper that says I am edjumacated.
I understand that college is supposed to "fun time" for the young people, but really, business before pleasure, whiners.
First of all, I've got a chick in my criminology class that bitches because we have to take notes. *blinks* Excuse me, but what the fuck did YOU do during those four years of high school? 'Cause in my school, note taking was the soup of the day. It was every class, every day. By the time I graduated, I couldn't do a chin up, but lemme tell ya, my right hand was strong enough to bust cement blocks from all the notes I took. So take the fucking notes and shut the fuck up. This class is fucking cake.
Then in psych class, these too girls walk in. The Barbie doll clone says, "It's cold in here. We shouldn't be in here." They then proceed to talk all the way through class. Granted, it was at a very low volume, nothing more than a buzzing in my ear, but that doesn't make it excusable in my book.
Thankfully, while discussing Jung's personality theory today, I learned that according to Jung it was my persona (or public face) that kept me from turning around and saying, "Oy! Either shut the fuck up or I'm stapling your lips to your spleen!"
I knew that one day I'd apply this knowledge, but I had no idea it would be so quickly!
What can I say? I'm defective. I go to school to learn! How fucking stupid of me.
Dr. Bopp (the psych teacher) once again reminded us about the trip to England in May. *whines* I wanna go! But, I haven't the money. I suppose it's time to break out the ski mask again. Hey, there's been a rash of robberies in Bloomington. I'm sure I can cash in on that.
Get it? Cash in? Ha! I kill me!
Okay, I'll shut up now.
I understand that college is supposed to "fun time" for the young people, but really, business before pleasure, whiners.
First of all, I've got a chick in my criminology class that bitches because we have to take notes. *blinks* Excuse me, but what the fuck did YOU do during those four years of high school? 'Cause in my school, note taking was the soup of the day. It was every class, every day. By the time I graduated, I couldn't do a chin up, but lemme tell ya, my right hand was strong enough to bust cement blocks from all the notes I took. So take the fucking notes and shut the fuck up. This class is fucking cake.
Then in psych class, these too girls walk in. The Barbie doll clone says, "It's cold in here. We shouldn't be in here." They then proceed to talk all the way through class. Granted, it was at a very low volume, nothing more than a buzzing in my ear, but that doesn't make it excusable in my book.
Thankfully, while discussing Jung's personality theory today, I learned that according to Jung it was my persona (or public face) that kept me from turning around and saying, "Oy! Either shut the fuck up or I'm stapling your lips to your spleen!"
I knew that one day I'd apply this knowledge, but I had no idea it would be so quickly!
What can I say? I'm defective. I go to school to learn! How fucking stupid of me.
Dr. Bopp (the psych teacher) once again reminded us about the trip to England in May. *whines* I wanna go! But, I haven't the money. I suppose it's time to break out the ski mask again. Hey, there's been a rash of robberies in Bloomington. I'm sure I can cash in on that.
Get it? Cash in? Ha! I kill me!
Okay, I'll shut up now.
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Date: 2004-09-14 05:28 pm (UTC)Word, yo.
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Date: 2004-09-14 07:17 pm (UTC)*would be willing to pay to see that*
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Date: 2004-09-14 09:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-14 10:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-14 08:10 pm (UTC)Could work....
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Date: 2004-09-14 09:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-14 09:20 pm (UTC)Maybe you could hold their lipgloss for ransom?
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Date: 2004-09-14 10:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-15 09:19 am (UTC)The funny thing, I know the girl from years ago. She's been in 2.5 of five classes --one she walked in 45 minutes LATE. Mind you, the class is only 80 minutes long. Why bother? Attendece is 30% of your grade in this class, plus 5 points on your final grade for perfect attendence. You can pass the class just because you showed up, for chrissakes.
.......This is, of course, she's one of those semi snooty kids who's telling me how they're transfering to SuchNSuch Snooty University next semester, so it doesnt matter anyway.
Yeah, because if you flunk out of the local community college I'm *SURE* that Duke University will gladly want to take you, moron.
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Date: 2004-09-15 11:46 am (UTC)If they don't want to be there, they should do us all a favor and just not show the fuck up.
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Date: 2004-09-15 09:31 pm (UTC)Like the kid who came to class stoned on cocaine all the time. Coke is expensive, please...stay home and enjoy the high!
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Date: 2004-09-19 12:30 am (UTC)WL,
Missy
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Date: 2004-09-19 12:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-22 11:39 am (UTC)WL,
Missy