"You know...the color plaid? Its a boring color. I like red."
Oh, these 12 year old boy groups. I can only hope that they are learning as much from me as I am from them. Definately need to move to Canada before these little people are old enough to run this country.
What else have I learned? Grad school is no fun. Professors who feel like it is their life mission to assign tremendous amounts of "busy work" for no reason are no fun. I wonder how you get to the point in your career when you plan to kill your students for your own personal amusement. I dreamed about this class last night. I dreamed that he unfairly accused me of producing mediocre work, and I flipped shit on him. I also dreamed that he accused me of being an alcoholic. What a joke...as if I had time to drink! I woke up stressed.
And here I am, complaining, instead of writing a paper. Think that might be contributing to the stress? I have reached the point where I don't even look forward to a day off from work, because I know it will be filled with school work. Time off? What is that???
If you know, please fill me in!