after way too many convos with my main prof where he tells me i'm the bees knees, the "class valedictorian, if we had one" and many other waaaaaaaaay over-the-top exaggerations that have basically backfired and made me even more self-conscious... i've finally fucked up royally on a story and have to re-do the motherfucker.
it was bound to happen.
i keep telling myself that, but i guess i still feel bad. i should have known better than to blunder like i did. the bitch about my re-do is that video is fucking PAIN in the ASS and takes about 100x longer than writing a story. this is extra-double verifying that i never want to go into broadcast. ever.
i also have to bring lunch for the class on wednesday, which is - i have to be honest - probably stressing me out just as much as that 75. i am a freak.
ugh, ok. i just recalled that i have to friggin do some extra website shit for work study. whoever circulated the memo that grad school is easier than undergrad... is full of shit! i may have made it up in my head, but i really thought it wouldn't be such a struggle.
fug.
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Bring your classmates some "authentic, traditional" stinky tofu, and insure that you are never again asked to bring food.
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