I had this Religion/ Lit class this past semester that would make any sane individual turn to a life of drinking and heavy drug use at the end of the term. I have been cleaning out drawers, notebooks, etc... and I came upon random thoughts I wrote in disapproval towards this course... I'll let them speak for themselves......

The Last 15 mins of class-
Well things profound or "worthwhile" be reviewed? Or will it be nonsense just as its always been? My nose is dripping a substance of liquid-ill. I attempt to wipe it cover the embarrassment and wipe it away- but I know others can see it....

The last 5 mins of class-
I notice a "glob" of flesh pouring from a worn hole in my jeans. These jeans once fit very loose- now- almost to a tea. Worn in, Stretched, I feel just like these pants

The last min. of class-
She'll hold us for one more- because she fucks around through the given class time. She is only deserving of 50 mins. of my time (if that) 3 times a week! Well... today she got 40. Damn it felt good to sleep in.

Another day______

The Last 7 mins. of class-
On a day where my Bills are due in two days - I mailed them off yesterday. I am fucked.
This class went by fast for once-
A sling of Rhetorical questions and Bias opinions fly- as she attempts to cram in a shit-load points in what is now the last 5 mins. of class.
A middle aged woman who dresses like she is now- 30. Better I suppose? Better than what? 20, 25, 29.5? She begs for response for questions on opinions she has already given us the answer to.... in the form of a question. What is this jeporday? Geez Lynn... I'll take Middled aged women who dress like 30 year-olds for $1000.
Christ! Would you stop making up our minds for us! Individual opinions form shut-down, and reworded into a slur of Bullshit coming from your mouth. He just said that. Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding! We have a bitch!