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angelgazing) wrote2009-10-20 02:54 pm
angelgazing) wrote2009-10-20 02:54 pm
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maybe we don't want to be found
Have you ever had those days where all you want to do is runaway? It's like when you were young and used to daydream about packing your bags and striking out on your own. Your mom might cry, and beg you to stay, in those daydreams, but you where 8 years old and knew your destiny lied somewhere far, far away from English class.
I want to runaway today. Far, far away.
Not so much from English, but math, let me tell you, is not exactly giving me any reasons to stay. The epic assholery of the teacher in that class has pretty much made my math homework even less appealing than normal, because I think about doing it, and remember how he pretty much called me a moron for asking a question yesterday. I mean, hey, I've got an A in that class. He talks about not wanting to give due dates for each assignment, because he knows that not everyone is the same; that's a fucking lie, though, he's always reducing us to statistics, and lecturing about plumbing, and not bothering to attempt to learn our names. One of my friend's in that class answered a question and he said, "Oh, you think so, huh?" Asshole.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not exactly jumping to do my Comp homework either, but at least for all her crazy she doesn't talk to us like we're idiot children.
All of this, of course, comes back to how it's time to enroll or the spring semester, and I'm curled up into a ball of DNW.
Another things that should be LJ moods: FILLED WITH DREAD and DNW
What I want to do: be able to write some fucking zombie apocalypse fic. Why can't I figure this thing out? Why, why, why?
I want to runaway today. Far, far away.
Not so much from English, but math, let me tell you, is not exactly giving me any reasons to stay. The epic assholery of the teacher in that class has pretty much made my math homework even less appealing than normal, because I think about doing it, and remember how he pretty much called me a moron for asking a question yesterday. I mean, hey, I've got an A in that class. He talks about not wanting to give due dates for each assignment, because he knows that not everyone is the same; that's a fucking lie, though, he's always reducing us to statistics, and lecturing about plumbing, and not bothering to attempt to learn our names. One of my friend's in that class answered a question and he said, "Oh, you think so, huh?" Asshole.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not exactly jumping to do my Comp homework either, but at least for all her crazy she doesn't talk to us like we're idiot children.
All of this, of course, comes back to how it's time to enroll or the spring semester, and I'm curled up into a ball of DNW.
Another things that should be LJ moods: FILLED WITH DREAD and DNW
What I want to do: be able to write some fucking zombie apocalypse fic. Why can't I figure this thing out? Why, why, why?