School is for fools

So it's September and that can only mean one thing: school is back in session. Now it is true I did graduate last May but, for some unknown reason, I had the burning desire to further my education. I've already bitched and moaned about this once but I'll do it again. I have officially begun my semester of hell. I have about 9 thousand hours of homework to do already. Now everyone always says: my professor must think this is the only class I'm taking this semester my course load is crazy. That is a true statement and I think every professor at Salve should be sent an email reminding them their students are currently enrolled in more than one class.
I went to campus the other day to run the usual errands (parking permit, books, and misc salve stuff) and I felt so out of place being there. I couldn't believe I was back walking around campus again! Not to mention the fact that everyone else looked 16 years old and I am now that old lady that's on campus. Remember that really old person in your SOC215 class and that always talked way too much and kissed ass like a pro? We are officially those kind of people. However I must say I do feel out of place in my Masters course. It's like the over 30's crowded in there. I think there are maybe 1o out of 30 students under the age of 24 in the class and we all huddle together at one set of tables like the others are carrying a disease. All of my classes are like that. I have a guy in my class that's been taking classes at Salve for 20 years!!!! He started when I was 2 for christ's sake. They talk about stuff that happened in the 70's. I didn't even happen in the 70's.
On another note I've been trying to finish up my last assignment for my summer session (unsuccessfully might I add). I know that once it's done then I'm done with the course but writer's block has consumed my body. Tonight I got into a discussion with Anthony on how to end a certain paragraph and seg-way into my next. I had typed: Individuals feel as though they have a just duty to rush to the aid of others even when it does more harm than good. Morality is a bitch. Anthony said that I should reconsider. I thought it was a powerful ending. I wonder what my professor would think. Anthony said to use a synonym for it but it just doesn't pack the same punch. Individuals feel as though they have a just duty to rush to the aid of others even when it does more harm than good. Morality is a female dog. It's really not the same.
But alas enough rambling for now. Apparently I don't have blogger's block today. Until next time that is unless homework kills me.


Yours Truly,
The Queen of Procrastination