after sitting in my class for 50 minutes, i've come a conclusion:

college is meant to fuck you up.

i don't mean like taking drugs "fucking you up".
i don't mean ruining your life "fucking you up".
i don't mean kick your ass "fucking you up".
i don't mean making you think so hard your brain implodes "fucking you up". (though, i have to admit, that's a possibility.)

i mean like college is supposed to confuse the shit out of you.

i came to this conclusion today when i sit down, and the TA begins lecturing for our class...the teacher's gone for some odd reason.

so the TA starts lecturing, which i get pretty well, until he gets to the proof.

he gets to the proof 5 minutes into class, and by the time we get out of class, we're thoroughly fucked in the head because he just showed us a long complicated proof that really doesn't make any sense to us....nor does it actually have anything to do with the class.

so i'm sitting there trying to process this, but at the same time, trying to figure out what it's for.

when someone asks and he pretty much tells us that we'll never use it again, or see it on the test...i seriously begin to get pissed off.

a: i'm confused to fuck.
b: the TA just wasted 45 minutes of my time.
c: if he wasn't going to be teaching us anything productive, then why the fuck? i should've left. but if i left, i would've missed whatever important stuff there was.
d: the catch? there was no important stuff. so i lost 45 minutes of my time.
e: so why teach it if it's not going to appear on a test?
f: <~( F for FUCK IF I KNOW.)

so i'm not confused about the class....i'm confused about the fucking class itself.

word.

holy fuck, i've never been more annoyed with my parents ever. my mom called me 5 times within 20 minutes telling me stupid and random shit. the more i talked to her, the more she just pissed me off. it was all i could do to throw my phone against the wall, the hell.

in other news, i've gotta check when my books can be gotten. i for some reason seem to have a LONG list of books this quarter even though these classes don't really require these crazy books. i'm going to order them online, but i need a confirmation from the TA's or the Teachers so that I don't buy these books by accident or some stupid thing like that.

on a brighter note, all my classes start at 12:00 or after. lucky me.

on another note, i have proclaimed myself jason bourne of the asian race. apparently a korean market manager talked to me in korean. i just grunted and made my best shots at replying in english. this, plus a situation a while back where a japanese person in SF kept trying to talk to me in a japanese. shit, i just need to be like...indian or something and i'd have the whole asian area settled.

anyway. on with GetBackers.