Academic Torture

Lordy.

I'm taking a week long summer course. The good news about it: instead of 8am to 5:30pm, the prof is making it 8:30am to 4pm (no lunch break, however - we have to bring it with and eat in class).

I have a 30 page paper due (she gave us an extension option, otherwise it'd be due on Monday - you better believe I'm taking the extension), an entire student course manual to read and fill out (on top of the textbook), 2 presentations, a research article and a final exam. And a partridge in a pear tree.

So why am I on here and not doing the buttloads of work I have?

Because if I don't take a break, I'm going to go into a psychotic break. I had 7 hours of Freud and an hour of Carl Jung - and we were supposed to do Adler but never got to him. She REALLY likes Freud. He's interesting, but not that interesting.

Not to mention my legs are freaking going to fall off, because my group decided to run downtown for lunch. I didn't know how far downtown we were going to go, but apparently the first 15 places we passed weren't good enough... but Subway almost at the end of main street was the only obvious choice. Ugh.

When you're a chubby chick in flip flops with one fully loaded purse (including 6 action figures) and a shoulder bag with two textbooks, one notebook, your lunch bag, a huge water bottle, and your laptop, AND THEN you realize that you have to be back at 12:30 and it's, oh, 12:30 NOW and your companions (who are both a good 6 inches taller and considerably skinnier than yourself) decide to haul ass and then make a crack about to you about getting some exercise(and therefore inferred fat ass)... you get a little cranky. Okay, a lot cranky.

I'm going to go back to my book. But it's going into the bubble bath with me.