Class or the lack of it

(this is me... sucking at life... actually it's me after a night at the bar. I'm a wee bit intoxicated and apparently, I thought I was a lion in this picture... a very, very drunk lion.)

To be honest... I suck this week. Suck bad.

I've skipped at least one class a day. Sometimes more. When I do make the effort to show up, my time is divided between a) trying not to sleep b) texting people "I'm bored" or c) checking my watch to see the minutes tick by.

Why the bad attitude? I am revolting against a system that could care less if I revolted or not. I know I'm only screwing myself over but there's a part of me *(the delusional part)* that feels like I'm "stickin' it to the man" when I stay home in PJ's. It's like a big middle finger raised at my many impending research papers.

I need a little vent time, folks. I'm TIRED. Tired of teachers that live in their own little world that don't recognize what a reasonable workload is. I sound like a whiny beyotch, but I know I'm right-- one class I'm in has dropped from 20 students to FIVE. If I could do math, I'd say that's an insane percentage drop--- but I don't do math so I'll just say, THAT IS A LOT. This particular prof. gives out at least 300 pages to read in 2 days. Lady--- I got 18 credits and sometimes I try to have a life. All this is made more painful when I'm forced to read "Pamela," "Wuthering Heights" and other 17th/18th century novels that generally just piss me off. Is there an unwritten rule that English majors can only read English works from like 100+ years ago?

I'm tired of my religion class. I know I should be excited to learn about Hinduism but at the moment all the myths I've read about are very focused on "phallic symbols." Please, do I really need to read about how some God named Shiva created the universe with his penis? Most men already think the world revolves around their wang, don't encourage them.

This method of avoidance can't last long. I've already missed too much. Tomorrow it's back to the mines. I'll start taking notes, engaging in class discussion and stop thinking of mean things in my head that I would say to the professor if I had half a chance.

If I really think about it, this angry side came out post-midterms. School took over my life for a week and left it in shambles. I guess I was just "taking back the night, so to speak. Now I have recuperated and it's time to move on... wish me luck.

I guess this means I should study something now.... oh well, always tomorrow.