Back from the grave…

Don’t take this title literally because it’s not. You see, my university went into a strike that lasted two months, at least in my enclosure; I write it this way because Bing, who I’m not a big fan of, said that it was the correct translation and no, my first language isn’t English, despite your most probable belief… my main language is Spanish. Shocker, well… Not really, but I like to imagine you shocked; don’t ask why. Anyway, so it has been two months and all my academic motivation has withered up and died. Fun, right?

So now, we are finishing this whole semester in a month and a quarter. Talk about pressure, right? I’m sure I’ll be fine, but I just really don’t want to go and no, I can’t skip it. Why? Because I’m not paying for it so I have to keep my grades high and my attendance, sky high.

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(Oh yes I did.)

Today was my “first” day of class and it sucked. You know those moments where you have studied so much that your mind will explode and you take a test and swear you’ve aced it, but you didn’t? That’s exactly what happened to me today. They gave me a grade of a test I did in April, want to know what I got? A C, the world sure is funny, but that professor is an asshole. He expects you to memorize so much stuff that you could go bonkers in a minute! I mean, he expects you to memorize thirty definitions that you have to write fully because if not, you get points taken away. I can honestly say that I dislike him with a burning passion. Thank goodness my other class was better than that one because I would’ve just thrown so many Legos at them and I’m not even kidding.

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Moral of the story? If you found it easy and you think you’ll ace it… You’ll most likely fail so hard that you’ll forget your name and where you live. Good luck.

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