08.01.2007, 12:54 am
This semester at UVA I am taking three education classes, ("The Exceptional Learner", "Reading Development", and the third year internship) two psychology classes, ("Research Methods and Data Analysis" and "Neural Basis of Behavior") and the philosophy course "Life and Death". I am also taking a long distance English literature course. I am not sure how things will work out, really. I fully anticipate dying. Outside of what's normal and natural for others this appears to be quite the work load. An eight hour stretch of classes in one day, and waking at 7 a.m. and not getting home from class until 10 p.m. on others, seems a bit much.
I don't know what this semester will bring. Perhaps a higher GPA. Perhaps severe weight loss. Perhaps a nicer complexion. Perhaps death.
The most exciting thing I have been doing is watch television. So fucking bored and only myself to blame. My family came to visit this weekend for my birthday and it was atrocious. Halfway through dinner my mom started a fight because I asked how much she was going to tip. I paid $60 for the meal, so I didn't think it was in any way rude to ask, but apparently it set her off and she never explained why. Even though we were going to pick up a birthday cake and share it as a family, my mom made me pick it out and buy it by myself and then just dropped me off at my house and drove home. It was pretty sad. My dad tried to give a proper goodbye but it was clearly quite awkward for all. I walked in my house with a birthday cake and no one to share it with. My brother decided to come and have a piece but it was pretty clear he just felt sorry for me. Again...my mom gave me $700 for textbooks that day and a birthday card with $100, but when you're alone at the end of the day eating birthday cake with only your brother who feels sorry for you...it's miserable. Jim was working all day and night.
Our heating bill was $245. How the fuck is that possible? It hasn't even gotten cold yet. SUCKS.
I have to drive two hours on Tuesday for an hour and a half meeting in Richmond. SUCKS.
My sense of humor is almost entirely destroyed, as well as any inkling of creativity. SUCKS.
I want to enjoy the gifts I have and overlook the burdens. SUCKS.
EVERYONE EAT A DICK (but me)
