Sustained Criticism

There's a gaping hole in this well-read persona I've been cultivating, I've never read Roth. Don't quite get how I've managed to evade him through years of reading both in an out of class.

Fully fledged self-hate going on, because I have not gotten my act together enough to learn, at least, the smattering of Russian necessary to pass this godawful exam. I'm required to translate a paragraph of simple sentences, and justify my choices of tense. How much simpler does it get? Someone imbue me with discipline. Or grant me the gift of hard work, you may even take all of my questionable intelligence if you could just get me to do the fucking work.

I got my grade on the written English, 5. And I'm, naturally, devastated. I do not deserve that, not at all. Unless I take the exam again, or file a successful complaint, my hopes of getting into a respectable English university to study English just evaporated. What shall I do?

A complaint will most likely not be sustained, and I can't take the exam again if I plan on applying to Norwegian universities. I can't graduate with a 5 I'm not deserving of. (I know I sound terribly conceited, but English is the one thing I have a talent for, beyond reasonable doubt.) To quote myself earlier, we're not just screwed, we're FUBAR. - Us being Gina and me, she, too, got an undeserved 5 in English.

Why are artisans so disgusting? Does learning to handle a hammer or wrench encompass being deprived of all manners? Do they simply lack manners from birth, or is their behaviour a result of society's expectations? They whistle, they roll down car-windows, they comment, wave, grin; they do everything short of drooling. Why are they so bloody unrefined?

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