pieces don't fit anymore

i snoozed the entire day away and i can't believe i am still so freaking tired. i feel boneless, like a jellyfish and heavy, like a bag of potatoes. it's ridiculous, the amount of energy that's seeping out of my pores every damn second. to think it's only the third week of school.

I THINK SOME OF TEACHERS ARE AN ANAL, IRASCIBLE, TIGHT-ASSED LOT. ADD BLOODY SLAVE-DRIVERS TO THE LIST OF DESCRIPTION AS WELL.

seriously, i got scolded every damn day of this week except on thursday. i don't remember getting as many dressing-downs as that in anderson, EVER. i don't even get that in mt classes okay and you know how nuts the teachers get at the slightest provocation. it's worse over here cause no stimulus is needed, they just go bozo when they feel like it.

i can't facking help it that i didn't go to a freaking jc for the first three months; it's not my fault that i didn't attend the bridging lessons. i guess that's gotta do with the fact that i wasn't even in the freaking school yet at that time and i'm sure it's definitely NOT NOT NOT my fault that i'm one of the second intake students.

so really, i can totally do without the snotty, condescending attitude. the very least you could do is be civil with me. you don't have to condemn me and say that i'm bound to get retained by the end of the year.

you can't expect me to finish three months' worth of homework in three weeks okay so stop hustling me for the damned worksheets or blame me if i throw them back at you and the blanks aren't freaking filled.

you can call the mother, the father, whoever, arrange a gazillion parent-teacher meetings, i don't care and all the freaking tutorials, practs, assignments, lecture notes and whatfackingnot will still be undone if you don't give me time damnit.

i don't care if it's junior college so please spare me the bullcrap that i should've expected this and blah blah blah. it's still an institution for humans, is it not? excuse me, if you teachers have not noticed, i'm NOT a freaking fembot.

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okay, for the record, i did get praised once in this whole miserable week and i had very pleasant times with the class and some people who managed to keep me sane in this chaotic shizz but even all that aren't enough to tip the scales.

oh yeah, i'm just saying that some of the teachers go apeshit okay, not all. i've met some who are really nice and reasonable like Mr JB and Ms W, and i hope i'll meet more in the next two, very long years here.

gee, school has totally sucked some of my soul and deprived me of a life. i'm worried i'll wind up to be an anal, irascible, tight-assed, prematurely-old hag.

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