So, I'm gonna rant because I recently fired my therapist for a number of ethical and financial reasonings. In the last week, I have gone to bed at the earliest time ever (since I was in the eighth grade) on a Saturday night, and gotten up at the earliest time ever (since freshmen year when I thought rowing crew would be fun) on a Sunday morning.
Why? Because I'm slowly dying of academic abuse.
Can we just talk for a minute about how everyone around me is coughing with the plague that has resurfaced after being dormant for the last 500 years. Additionally, we're all overworked, underpaid and underappreciated. Being sick and busy is like the worst ever, and my lungs won't shut up. Mainly, because in order to avoid pneumonia I'm making them sing a lot while I write term papers (three of them by next week!). But also, because the pollen is SO bad. I know all of you are so concerned that you're going to run right out and send me flowers, but you see that would be the worst idea eaver since the last 48 hours of my life has been like this:
I love flowers...i hate flowers...i love flowers...i hate flowers...etc.
I'm actually considering making reservations at the hospital for the entire week after I graduate. Just for fluids and all that, but you know I'll probably be too busy working at Publix and using my degree that quite frankly is killing me to receive.
Remember kids, D is for Diploma.
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