WHAT THE FUCK
HOW AM I SURVIVING RIGHT NOW?
When I go home, I'm going to be a total fucking stranger.
I've not been home for:
98 days, or
3 months and 8 days, or
14 weeks, or even
8,467,200 seconds.
8 MILLION FOUR HUNDRED AND SIXTY-SEVEN THOUSAND TWO HUNDRED MOTHERFUCKING SECONDS?!?!?
and what am I rewarded with? oh, right, a week full (literally, every single day,) full of exams. Let's look up "exam" is Joel's Dictionary, shall we?
Exam, [fuck.ing.re.tar.ded.]
1. When a student sits in a stuffy room for hours and hours on end, writing like a slave on impossibly hard questions and essays. During these hours, the student in question is scrutinized as if he/she is a convict freshly let out of prison after serving a sentence for violent battery or theft. Should the student decide to look around the room, breathe, use the washroom, or exist, this is considered suspicious behavior.
2. Absolutely retarded.
Why, what an accurate description! Couldn't have said it better myself.
Don't get me wrong, things truly are great. I just hate studying for exams. It feels like I should feel guilty when I'm not studying for exams, i.e. using the washroom, or blinking.
Oh, and I just saw "La fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulin," why didn't I see it earlier!?! It's simply magnificent. Wow.
Right, so for some bizarre reason, I don't feel like typing anymore. Hm.
Wish me luck,
Joel
posted by joel at 1:32 a.m.
1 Comments:
Joel, I know high school is different, but its all I have to compare with.
Exam time meant you didnt see Joel for a few weeks. It meant that Joel was trying his best to understand and learn by asking people to study, doing extra work, and feeling assured that he could do it.
I imagine you can multiply these actions by approx a million and that would be Joel ATM.
I can only imagine how hard it is, but I can also imagine how well youll succeed.
You put too much pride and effort to do otherwise.
I miss you, good luck, and please take it easy.
:)
--Danielle
Sun Apr 16, 02:14:00 p.m.
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