fuck your shit
OKAY SERIOUSLY NOW.
ST. JOHN’S. YOU. CAN. SUCK. MY. DICK.
IT’S A FUCKING WEEK BEFORE SCHOOL STARTS AGAIN AND YOU DECIDE TO CANCEL MY CALCULUS CLASS. THEN WHEN I DECIDE TO CALL MY FUCKING ADVISOR, YOU GIVE ME ALL THIS BULLSHIT ABOUT NOT HAVING MY COMPUTER ON ME. WELL FUCK YOU. YOU GIVE ME A SHITTY LENOVO WITH A CD DRIVE THAT KEEPS FUCKING FALLING OUT AND THEN YOU FLIP THE SITUATION AS IF ITS MY FAULT MY CALCULUS CLASS GOT CANCELED. WELL BITCH. IF I HAD THE CHOICE I WOULDN’T BOTHER TAKING THAT CLASS. YOU FORCED ME INTO IT SAYING “THIS IS THE SPECIFIC CALCULUS CLASS YOU NEED TO TAKE AS AN ACT SCI MAJOR” WELL FUCK YOU!
I HAVE HAD IT! I DIDN’T WANT TO TAKE THAT CLASS. I DIDN’T. NOW I’M SITTING HERE WAITING FOR MY FUCKING ADVISOR TO CALL ME FUCKING BACK. JUST SO I CAN TELL HIM. WAIT. LET’S CHANGE UP MY WHOLE SCHEDULE. SO I CAN FUCKING TAKE THIS MATH CLASS. WITH SOME CHINESE GUY WITH A FUCKING THICK ASS ACCENT.
FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU.
JUST TO SPITE YOU ALL I’M GOING TO BECOME THE GREATEST ACTUARY IN THE WORLD, AND THEN I’M GOING TO BUY ST. JOHN’S UNIVERSITY, AND THEN I’M GOING TO MAKE ST. JOHN’S HAVE THE FUCKING BEST MATH DEPARTMENT IN THE WORLD. THE BEST. SO THAT NO ONE ELSE HAS TO EXPERIENCE THIS COMPLETE AND UTTER FUCKERY THAT IS REGISTERING FOR THEIR GODAMN UNIVERSITY CALCULUS II CLASS. FUCK YOUR SHIT ST. JOHN’S.
I AM RAGING RIGHT NOW….DO YOU UNDERSTAND. HOW YOU. UGH. I SHOULDN’T EVEN. I AM TAKING THIS OPPORTUNITY TO CHANGE MY ENTIRE SCHEDULE…AND I’M GETTING A BETTER PROFESSOR…AND TWO DAYS OFF…IF THIS ALL WORKS SUCCESSFULLY. IF. IF. IF. IF. I PRAY IT DOES. I WANT SPEECH WITH PITILLI. WAH!
Okay. I’m calm. I’m calm. I’m calm. I’m collected. I’m breathing. I’m alive. I’m okay. I’m okay.
