Have you ever noticed how it was the stupid kids at school who were the ugliest and skankiest?
Did we percieve them as uglier as they were less academically talented, or were they less acadmically gifted as a result of our perceptions of them as ugly?
Maybe it's just the Neanderthal gene in man. Who knows? The plight of the ugly people is not lost on us.
So everyone around me is going back to school soon. Sometimes that makes me feel even more useless than I do now. There isn't anything specific I would go back for, and nor do I have the money to do so, but still, sometimes it just makes me feel a bit more left behind.
But yea, good luck to all those going.
You'll have wonderfully bright futures.
Be sure to tell me about them.
today is my first lecture back at uni. It's canadian literature. I think I'm boned.
Personally, I think the world would be a better place without essays on "An Investigation of Attributional Bias in a Real World Setting". My personal document is full of long words, jargon and statistics that mean NOTHING outside that essay.
I don't fucking talk like that, it's not me. So essays can DIE.
I'm finding that assignments are increasingly hard for me to timetable. I should be much better at it after years of practice during school, college and university but I seem to have lost my knack.
As such, I now have 2 assignments to complete and an exam all in the same week. Bum.
Yes, it's true, you get muchas brownie points for simply defining a question in an English Essay, this has been the reason that I have got so far, when they realise I actually suck at deconstruction I think I'm fucked.
I would like to do some science assignments actually, but not just for fun, but for university credits. If you are offering to pay for them, thank you, I accept.
I have an exam tomorrow. I haven't had an exam in years. I'm slightly worried. Never was too great at exams: especially when I was so sorely out of practice.
It is an hour from my first exam for many, many years and I am sitting here wondering if I am going to bottle it or whether my usual calm, collected complacency will carry me through yet another one.
It's not that I don't know the subject - merely that the tutoring was sufficiently bad that I'm not sure that I can be that confident that what I know counts for jack shit.
Only at university do I get the chance to talk about Neurosynaptic Enhancers to people who care.