as if inside our skulls, instead of the brain, we felt a fish, floating, attracted by the Moon.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

fuck everything

Sometimes I hate college. I know I'm smart. I know I know this stuff. I know all the answers to the PRS questions in biology, I've read the whole book, I know all the information by heart, so then WHY THE FUCK did I get a 60 on the exam? what is wrong with me? I would blame it on the exam but I mean, that doesn't change anything, I'm still going to fail a class that I KNOW ALL OF THE INFORMATION FOR BETTER THAN MOST PEOPLE IN THE CLASS just because I can't take a fucking test. God damnit.

I wish I could apply to a morgue/crime lab and say,
"ok, I know I don't have a college degree or good grades, but ask me anything you want about the human body/the process of death and decomposition/illness and disease/neurotoxins and poisons/psychoactives/etc and I'll prove that I'm suited to work here."

but the world doesn't work that way.


1 comment:

  1. therapy isn't so bad. I think everyone needs a therapist because it's always nice to talk to someone.

    Meds fuck with your brain, and the withdrawals are terrible. I hate them oodles and kaboodles.


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