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Today was my first day of summer study. I'm taking REL 1300 for shits and giggles and continued housing. Because it is only a six-week course, it meets for 3 hours and twenty minutes twice a week. It is a grind, a grueling, soul-crushing marathon; I cannot deny this. By the end of the run, I will be weeping tears of blood and begging Satan to lop off my fingers and shoot me in the face with a staple gun just to deaden the pain, and when the semester ends, I will roll naked across the campus green, wearing the cover of my textbook as a set of pasties.
Arduous as the next three weeks will be, however, I will never whine that the class is too long and unfair in the amount of material it expects me to learn. I knew when I registered for it that because of its brevity, it would require long lecture sessions and stupefying amounts of assigned reading. That is the nature of the academic beast and the payoff of nine weeks in which to do absolutely nothing is worth the cost.
No fewer than twelve people abandoned the class today after the first session because "It was too hard, oh, my God, and so long, and he never shuts up."
That's the nature of college, you gangrene-cunted imbeciles. It's not graham crackers and finger paints. You are required to think for your supper, and nobody gets a gold star just for showing up. So turn off your cellphones, you coddled, entitled cock doilies, and get on the stick before you wind up on your back, getting stuck for the rest of your lives, or until your tits slip past the 49th parallel.
Arduous as the next three weeks will be, however, I will never whine that the class is too long and unfair in the amount of material it expects me to learn. I knew when I registered for it that because of its brevity, it would require long lecture sessions and stupefying amounts of assigned reading. That is the nature of the academic beast and the payoff of nine weeks in which to do absolutely nothing is worth the cost.
No fewer than twelve people abandoned the class today after the first session because "It was too hard, oh, my God, and so long, and he never shuts up."
That's the nature of college, you gangrene-cunted imbeciles. It's not graham crackers and finger paints. You are required to think for your supper, and nobody gets a gold star just for showing up. So turn off your cellphones, you coddled, entitled cock doilies, and get on the stick before you wind up on your back, getting stuck for the rest of your lives, or until your tits slip past the 49th parallel.