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[nirinia]

It's good to know that I haven't buried my emotions so completely in self-control, that I cannot still rage about things occasionally. I am furious with the faculty, the language programme, and most of all the hellish thing called exfac. I want to scream "fuck it all" at the top of my lungs, go jogging and listen to very angry, very hard music. But I can't. Because I can't take seven exams next semester, I just can't. Not alongside work. And I haven't the time to go jogging to furious music. If I did I would most likely sprain an ancle, because I can't run on ice.

And even if I do a double major entirely in Eng. lit., I get no more than a lit course more per year. I am so frustrated with this useless degree. And I wish I had gone to Oxford, where the BA is so extensive you're automatically awarded an MA after a set number of years. Unless you've acquired one in the field already, of course. Here, I get a useless BA and get to bore my ass of while doing so. Oh, the joy. I need to scream, and I can't do that here, there are too many people.

I feel sorry for the people I'm meeting tomorrow, I will not be a pleasant asset to a study group. Nor will I be pleasant to customers at work. I think I'll make the tag "fucking BA" a recurring thing, so I can look back at it when I'm done in two and a half years, point and laugh at all the poor undergrads walking into the hell I've completed. Why can't anyone get me a course where I get to read critical theory and have heated debates?

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[kriwik.livejournal.com]

Drink 'em all gone on saturday. Drink, drink, drink, yo ho! -and don't be tempted to kill someone to release som inner preasure, you'll just end up being thrown out. Gossip Room is my brilliant plan.

[nirinia.livejournal.com]

Bloody brilliant plan! We'll drink them all into next week. Though I really shouldn't be too hungover on Sunday.