It's been one of those days. I decided I'd try and make it to class for once, so I woke up early, ran out the door and went straight to the bus stop a couple of minutes early. However, since my city's public transport doesn't consider time to be of particular importance, I soon figured out that the bus had come even earlier and that I would have to wait almost half an hour for the next one. Not much fun, but that's how it goes. I eventually get to class almost half an hour late to find that the lecturer hadn't even bothered to turn up yet. I waited another 20 minutes before he deigned to grace us with his presence and begin the lecture which should have started the better part of an hour ago.
He then proceeds to start asking random people in the class questions about the material. I absolutely hate that shit: firstly I'm here because I don't know the material yet, and secondly picking on random students in a class that's usually non-interactive is nothing short of obnoxious. He then proceeds to insult us for not knowing the answers to his incredibly obscure questions ("I thought you were supposed to be post-graduates," he practically spits at us) and ends up going well over time, causing me to be late to the next class as well. Why do I bother making the effort?
The one redeeming point is that he didn't have a pet research topic that he mentioned every other sentence, but you aren't doing too well when I can only compliment you by describing specific ways that you aren't terrible.
So I'm going to sit down with some instant ramen and cheap wine, watch GSL until I get bored, then boot up Alpha Centauri and kick the shit out of some hippies in the name of SCIENCE!
|"Vendetta upon you!"|
|"You are such a dick."|
I would apologise for what's mostly a shitpost, but it'd be a bit insincere since I'm clearly not sorry enough to not post it in the first place.