Thursday, March 11, 2004
What's wrong with me? (self indulgent whining. It's for MY benefit, not yours. Hence the "self indulgent" tag.)
I spent the past thirteen years of my life wishing I wasn't at school and now that I'm out, I miss it. I'm so disgusted with myself. I mean, I'm not so far removed from the situation that I've forgotten that school was largely hell for me, and that I totally hated it, I guess I just hate uni more. Okay, so it's not like I've given uni a fair chance. I'm well aware that two lectures and three tutorials are hardly enough to judge university as a whole by, but still, I'm really not liking it so far. I hate catching crowded busses. I hate sitting bored for hour-long time periods. I hate the fact that I can no longer get away with wagging. I hate the fact that if I screw this up, I'll never get a degree. I hate the sea of unfamiliar faces, and the lack of comfy couches. I hate that, in order to spend a forty minute lunch with my friends, I have to ORGANISE it. I hate that half of my friends just aren't there. I hate that I can't talk in class. I hate the posturing, self-righteous psuedo-intellectual obsessive compulsive analysis of anything and everything in my subjects. I hate the fact that it's always the stupid people (and/or americans) who talk loudest and most often. I hate being a passive smoker. I hate the sound of Nokia sms alerts. I hate the fact that there's no way out.
I hate Uni.
But on a nicer note, Oscar Wilde kicks ass. fnord
I spent the past thirteen years of my life wishing I wasn't at school and now that I'm out, I miss it. I'm so disgusted with myself. I mean, I'm not so far removed from the situation that I've forgotten that school was largely hell for me, and that I totally hated it, I guess I just hate uni more. Okay, so it's not like I've given uni a fair chance. I'm well aware that two lectures and three tutorials are hardly enough to judge university as a whole by, but still, I'm really not liking it so far. I hate catching crowded busses. I hate sitting bored for hour-long time periods. I hate the fact that I can no longer get away with wagging. I hate the fact that if I screw this up, I'll never get a degree. I hate the sea of unfamiliar faces, and the lack of comfy couches. I hate that, in order to spend a forty minute lunch with my friends, I have to ORGANISE it. I hate that half of my friends just aren't there. I hate that I can't talk in class. I hate the posturing, self-righteous psuedo-intellectual obsessive compulsive analysis of anything and everything in my subjects. I hate the fact that it's always the stupid people (and/or americans) who talk loudest and most often. I hate being a passive smoker. I hate the sound of Nokia sms alerts. I hate the fact that there's no way out.
I hate Uni.
But on a nicer note, Oscar Wilde kicks ass. fnord
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