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I'm sitting in the last class period of one of my classes and I am struggling to listen to what's being said. It's a networking class which isn't a cup of tea to begin with. During the last hour I've written a few emails, eye balled my shitty schedule, and goofed off. In a moment of flippantry I even emailed my neighbor inquiring as to what the fuck the guy in front of us was talking about. Its a sad testement that my friend bolted class before he even received said email. I find the fact that I've persevered more depressing than heartening. This sucks.

Why you ask?

I'm done. Thesis in. The only thing that's holding me back from telling a select group of people to fuck off is the nauseating prospect of failing a course. I need out. I'm almost there. This weekend I unadvisedly slacked off completely. Didn't even open my laptop or crack a book. It was freaking great.

In a couple of days I'll have only one thing to say to drool-harvesting textbooks, brain-deadening pdfs, group projects, group members, and dumbass assignments....

Fuck you

Peace out



Love ya, don't go changing

El Jefe