The joy of summer
What were you doing? Why don't you post more often? I ask myself, since according to the statistics not too many people read this blog (although there were some interesting comments in the past). Well, I was hoping and waiting for the prozac to kick in, the doctor increased the dosis to 40 mg, but I haven't felt anything too much different. I wonder if I'd be inmune to this medication, other people seem to enjoy it a lot more.
Anyway, I'm about to start the summer term in this fucking town and more fucking university. I still have to complete some courses, which means the usual stress to pass with A, and it also means having to talk with people and to move around the big masses of students happily walking between classes, thinking in their bright future, dreaming in the wonderful and easy life after they graduate from such a "prestigious" university. How I hate them, man. How I hate their big trucks (you know of which college and town I'm talking about, right?). Hey, if nobody read this what's the point of anonymity?
By the way, the experiment of passing a course with B or C failed. And as usual the satisfaction lasted a microsecond, while I'm still wore out, sad and defeated. But cheer up my dear me, there are still oportunities, some classes still to take, and most of all, we can still fail in the decisive moment of defending my thesis. Or easier, I can fail to write it! (which is more or less what is happening...).
Anyway, I'm about to start the summer term in this fucking town and more fucking university. I still have to complete some courses, which means the usual stress to pass with A, and it also means having to talk with people and to move around the big masses of students happily walking between classes, thinking in their bright future, dreaming in the wonderful and easy life after they graduate from such a "prestigious" university. How I hate them, man. How I hate their big trucks (you know of which college and town I'm talking about, right?). Hey, if nobody read this what's the point of anonymity?
By the way, the experiment of passing a course with B or C failed. And as usual the satisfaction lasted a microsecond, while I'm still wore out, sad and defeated. But cheer up my dear me, there are still oportunities, some classes still to take, and most of all, we can still fail in the decisive moment of defending my thesis. Or easier, I can fail to write it! (which is more or less what is happening...).
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