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what can brown do for you?
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Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Just got off the phone with my mom...fortunately I can get Nancy to send up the obit and memorial service leaflet for my complete asshead of a teacher. It's hard enough to know the depression my mom has been going through for a month, and lose grandpa, and have a fucking adware trojan attack my computer, and miss home, and n0w this crazy, crazy wench. I'm going to go talk to the exchange people today and see if I can still withdrawl from the class without an F. Why does everything have to be so difficult...I haven't gotten my way ONCE since I came up here. I didn't even really want to go to Portland too much, but that's another story. I was so upset last night I actually had to calm myself self down enough to go to sleep by reading the crappy Canadian 'recovery' bible I was obligated to take after stealing cookies from the Christian club's table in the beginning of the semester. It's probably the worst bible I've ever read, and I've seen many that have more value as rolling paper than a guide to salvation. I'm not too sure what I've been doing to make karma bite me quite so hard...I haven't fucked anyone over, at least not intentionally. Ah well, I think this whole situation deserves a bagel.
10:49 AM
Alright, so I haven't written in this thing for awhile. Years, that is...years. But this is the first time in awhile I've ever wanted to literally kill another human being. My crazy nazi bitch of an econ teacher is the worst person I've ever had to deal with, because I have to actually deal with her. I can't move away, I can't get the fuck OUT. She thinks I'm a liar (and unfortunately for her she's right), she hates me, and there's no way I can get a decent grade in this class even if I got 100% on every assignment from here on out....which wouldn't happen anyway because she can't teach for SHIT!! Worst professor I've had and will ever have. Period. She's retarded, and the icing on the cake is that she can't speak English, and neither can my TA or literally anyone else in my class. Canada?? I'm sorry, I thought I was in Shanghai. Sorry for my huge, obstrusive round eyes. I've tried to get out of this class 1000 times, but apparently UBC is totally into making their students utterly miserable by locking them into the courses they're enrolled in, even though fucking GoGlobal signed me up for this total piece...I would never have enrolled in a course where the teacher's name is Unjy Song. Yep, I'm that much of a crazy racist bitch, but I can tell that if they haven't gotten an English first name by the time they become a professor that I won't understand a word they're saying. How people like this even become professors is beyond me. Whew...I can guarantee the email I sent my exchange advisor was a lot more civil than this rant. Also, there's only so many people I can bitch to up here because Canadians are completely ambivalent about everything and would just tell me I'm a fucked up warmonger American. All the UC exchange kids are bombing it up here, even Julia's not acing anything, and she's graduating from Berkeley with high honors. What the hell is up with UBC? It thinks it's the shit...but it's not. Really...it's not. Do I like my professors in my other classes? Yes, I do. Does this crazy bitch hang over my head like a huge cloud all the time and ruin my mood at least 10 times a day? Yes, she does. She has discouraged me from coming to office hours to ask her for help, she won't reccomend me to any tutoring or study groups (which I'm pretty convinved don't exist anyway), and she's constantly paranoid that I'm trying to fuck her over and skate through this class. I've already abandoned hope of a good grade...now I'm just counting the weeks down until I never have to look at her ugly face, cosby sweaters, cuffed jeans and platform shoes ever again. Damn...I need a shower after this one.
12:08 AM
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