Anywhere but here...

These are the essay questions that I have to write 3 coherent pages each on, all from memory when I go to my final exam tomorrow morning.

Not to mention all of these “potential identifications” that I have to memorize paragraphs of information on just in case the professor chooses them for the exam. (There will be 5 chosen that I will have to write about). 

Stuff like this is not even fair. I can prepare all I want, but I simply do not memorize large chunks of information very easily, especially dates and small details. What is the point of proving to you how well I can memorize minute details? What does that have to do with learning History? I love history, don’t get me wrong, but I don’t have a mind for memorizing. 

I love my photography class until I have to sit in the classroom and listen to all of the girls gabbing on about really stupid things making the IQ in the room drop by 75%.

All I want to do right now is create art,
BUT I HAVE WAY TOO MUCH SCHOOL WORK ;-;

There’s this guy in my illustration class that I think can’t be older than 18. He’s always been behind in the class, but the last couple classes he has seemed very lost in the work. He’s been very withdrawn, seemed depressed and very stressed out. He’s kept going on about how he’s worthless, he’s a dumbass, he can’t do anything right, etc. and the professor kept trying to help him, and kept saying over again, “You’re not worthless, you’re not a dumbass, you’ve got good work here, this is what you need to do next.” You could tell that he was just breaking down though. By 9pm he was at the professors desk again while she went over his thumbnails and I could hear her say, “You’re shaking, what’s wrong?” And then the guy just sat down in the chair next to her desk and put his face in his hands and started bawling. I felt so awful for the guy and I kept running things through my head trying to figure out what I could do for him, but there really wasn’t anything. We’re down to the last 2 weeks and there is a lot of work, even I feel overwhelmed, but for someone who is new to this environment, it’s killer. I just wish I could do something for him. I don’t know what to do. I don’t even know his name, but he is nice. 

And then about 50 empty seats in class, someone has to sit behind me.

I am in the worst fucking mood. First I’m just really tired because it’s 8am and I’m sitting in class. Second I can’t take much more of the fucking drivers in San Marcos. They are the WORST fucking drivers. Some asshole wouldn’t let me over on the freeway even though I had my turn signal on, he just fucking sped up to drive right NEXT TO ME. Then I finally get over and I sit in the middle lane which starts braking for NO FUCKING REASON so I try to move into the fast lane with my turn signal on and as I move over I almost hit some stupid woman who was talking on her DAMN PHONE. Then basically everyone else drives really fucking slow for no reason, and then I get into the college and park, and ONCE AGAIN, I open my door, and just as I was about to get out, someone tries to PARK in that space on my left. They could have parked on the next space over, they could have parked in the space on my right, THEY COULD HAVE PARKED IN HUNDREDS OF SPACES AROUND ME, but they pick THAT SPACE. So I shut my door all pissed so they can finish parking. I open my door half way, NOPE THEY GOTTA BACK UP AGAIN SO STRAIGHTEN THEIR CAR. Fuck. All of you.

Perhaps after this weekend I’ll have caught up on enough sleep that I will once again be able to deal with people. Hopefully.

In every single one of my classes ever we have just automatically sat in the same seats every class. But can we do that in my history 101 class? NOPE. I sit in the front corner so I can set my photography bags in front of my desk out of the way, but every few classes someone just has to remove themselves from the norm and sit in MY SEAT. My name may not be on it but seriously this is just an unwritten law in every class. You sit. In the same. Seat. Every time.