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Saturday, July 26, 2008

Well whoopededoo. That was one week that I contemplated committing suicide to get out of. I am currently preparing for another. I suppose the German oral examination went alright, and I shouldn't do too badly for Communications Skills. I really am not that bad at making up believable bullshit.

Unfortunately it would be clear that I did not study at all, because it turns out that many of my answers actually have terms attributed to them, which are in the textbooks. Which I did not read.

But really, this week was not really so bad. At least, in comparison to what I will have to deal with next week. Over this weekend, I will have to botch up a presentation, edit a whole bunch of English(ie. deleting everything and re-writing it) and um... Do a chemistry report that, once again, has been screwed up by the teacher.

You know what would be a really cool superpower to have? The ability to fall into a coma whenever you liked. I mean, think of how many things you could just avoid by falling into a coma at will. Pointless presentation? Coma! Assed-up lab report? Coma! Really unpleasant meeting with someone you can't kill? Coma! Honestly, there are just so many things that I would rather not do, but am forced to. Which is very sad and ironic, because I figured that I would finally be doing what I wanted to do.

One more week. One more week, until I am free from boring and unnecessary obligations. One more week till I can sit down in a chair and pretend to study. No more messed-up lab reports, no more unfun presentations.

On a side note, yesterday's IMB lecture was probably the best one we've had so far. Reason being that a certain person wasn't present. Also, the lecturer for that day was a lot firmer than any of the others have been. This guy was actually willing to put his foot down when idiots in the hall were talking unnecessarily. All he needs is to accept a proposal that I will be writing in the near future to install trapdoors under auditorium seats.

...Which I will also have access to.

Oh, did I mention that below the trapdoors, there'll be a Neuter-Bot, designed by... Someone, that is capable of removing one's reproductive organs in a most painful and sadistic manner. That includes females. They will, however, have to pay a fee, because it's sort of difficult to remove internal organs.

I guess the best thing about that lecture was that instead of just saying "don't write that you got your information from Wikipedia", he also offered an alternative. Unlike every other lecturer at the school.

So, wootcakes. First sign of competence. I sure hope that I'll get to see more of that next semester.
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-Joe

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