Okay, I totally deserve a saturday. yeuch.

School is just such a mess. A busy, expensive, frustrating mess. I can hardly wrap my head around being in school again. Somehow I skipped the transition part where I start thinking again a few weeks before school starts so that I can get on without looking like a complete prat. You know, those weeks where your mum used to say:

"alright, school is starting soon, I want you and your sister to start going to bed early, waking up earlier in the mornings and doing some preparation homework, to get you all psyched up for the schoolyear."

I mean, you never did any of those things, but you talked about it, you whined, finagled, and tantrumed your way out of it, but it got you thinking about school all the same. Parents are sneaky that way.

Textbooks this semester are ridiculous, 400 dollars -- when added it up I wanted to cry. One of them I'm really bitter about. It's for an education elective, and right away any Con Ed student at LU would perk up with a "wtf?" raised-eyebrow look because they don't usually assign textbooks to those courses for two very good reasons:

1. The Ed electives are worth a quarter credit. yep, they give out quarter credits, I didnt know that either.
2. They are only 9 weeks long, because proffessional year students go into placements after that.

So getting a textbook for a class with those special-circumstances is unfair and usually the profs are nice enough to realize and accomodate students by not assigning texts. Then I look at the price tag and the fucker is 85 dollars! Add to the fact that we're not using the textbook in class we're just expected to read the material in order to be tested on it!!! On top of that, the workload is about equivalent of a very work-intensive full semester course, if not a regular full year one. So I am pissed. P-i-s-s-e-d. Note the capital 'P.'

And of course all the profs have had their meeting where they decide which weeks to bury us in mountains of work. That's right, they get together to decide exactly when to assign all the tests, essays, and group-work in the same block of time, just to fuck with us. I know this because I've walked in on one of their sinister meetings - but that is a tale for another time, since I need time to make up a good story and maybe add some funky sound-effects.

But tomorrow is my one day of weekend. I get to play volleyball, go to the mall and just generally fuck around.

(Sorry about the vulgarity in this post, it just keeps spewing out, and I figure it's cleansing or something.)

I look forward to it.

current music: Go away, SR-71