she fell from the 31st floor

i hate grades, i hate classes, i hate enrollment. contrary to popular belief, enrollment is not always easy and may limit the development of true higher learning and intellectual curiosity. simply said: passing your classes is only HALF the effing battle.

enrollment is like ebay but worse. there's the gambling and guessing and bluffing and winning and losing along with a big dose of good ol' fashioned luck of the draw. only difference is that you're no longer betting on just another of 238493 'special edition', completely useless, framed posters of henry VIII's mom's grandmother's great-uncle's face... but rather your classes, your professors, your grades, your health, your future, your LIFE. (mebbe. a littles)

enrollment makes me hate school, the system, my fellow students, and all of mankind in general. it makes me think sick, twisted, hateful thoughts and makes me hope for atrocious, man-eat-man circumstances. it provokes bad dreams and conjures apparitions of evilly triumphant, manic faces and sick, ugly laughter most unpleasing to the ear. basically, i want to grab a small squirrel and chuck it across the room.

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HATE.