Yeah that's how my day went, I helped a bunch of people with their work, and neglected my own. So what does Ruben have at hand?
A 2500 word history interview and essay.
A 1200 word lit essay
Critical writing blogshit thingy.
Seriously? C'mon this just sucks. So much work for a mentally challenged kid. What's the world coming to? Next they'll be dumping Quantum physics and some deep shit on me as well.
Today is one lesson day, which means the day ends before it begins. HL1001 Lit tutorial... Whee!! Right?? Fuck no.
I think my tutor has lost it. She's gone beyond the point of pulling her hair out (she must have really good hair or shampoo) and sighing to... TALKING TO HERSELF. I'm not even sure if she was answering my question or someone she saw in the cursed TV screen behind me. How the heck do I take notes man?? Half the time I was trying to figure out what she said like 5 minutes ago. And then she jumps to a new idea. Whooohoooo!! Yay for mentally unstable lit people.
I don't know who'll go mad first, me or her or the other obviously traumatised students?
Plus, sitting right smack in the middle of class has the wonderful benefit (yea right) of her staring lovingly (wildly) at me with such fervour and passion (insanity) I think I almost wet myself. FML.
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