Don't give me that psychobabble crap!!!!

This post is going to be purely a venting session on a subject that really pisses me off! If you don't want to hear that kind of thing then don't scroll on, but if your skin is thicker than a grapes then read on.

I hate busy work. I absolutely can't stand work in college classes that has nothing to do with preparing you for a future career or equipping you to better handle life situations. Why the hell am I paying 20,000 dollars a year when a majority of my classes are wasting my time? Don't get me wrong I have some really good classes that are helping me out for what I want to do with my life, but the majority are bull crap classes that are taking my time away from the classes that matter. Taking away from the time that I need to spend working on projects in the classes that really matter.

I understand that we all need math, science, English, psychology! I understand that, but in useless classes like psychology (and by useless I mean that it is a core class and everybody has to take it) don't assign elaborate projects that take up a hell of a lot of time and stress me out beyond what I can express with words. There is no reason for me to spend time outside of class on work that is not specific to my major. Am I lazy? No! I work very hard on the things that matter. I just don't see the practicality of wasting time and money!!! It is enough to make me tear somebody else's hair out! Well I think that with this post and maybe beating up a perfect stranger I'll be able to get over the stress that this class has caused me.

On another note school is only living for another 3 weeks. In 3 weeks I will be able to relax and not have to deal with the stressful pleasures of college life. If you don't know what I mean by that don't ask me because I don't know. I just don't. I just had a random memory from a long time ago. Here it is: this girl that lived down the street from me used to pick on me, but her taunting and attempts to upset me really didn't work all that well because the way that she tried to do it was by calling me the "Jolly Green Giant". I just kind of thought it was funny. I mean I wasn't very tall and I wasn't green so I didn't understand the antagonizing. It just didn't make sense. The only really affect it had on me was that I had a couple of dreams where the Jolly Green Giant would appear randomly. Maybe she was retarded. I don't know.

Well as I go through life being annoyed quite a bit by the everyday hassles of trivial living try to remember me as a happy person. (I told you I was venting) Post the turtle!! Go.