Give me a break school. Please stop sending me ridiculous amounts of homework so that I stop loving life. If you do this to me again, I'm resigning. Not from life. From homework. But then I'd fail everything, and that wouldn't be good, so as you see, you should just stop torturing me in such a way. Let me just get to Portland in eight weeks for the summer, listening to Ratatat and Busdriver, jive me sweet jive. But until then, don't make me kill myself.
Oh, you mean to tell me it will be this way the whole term?
Thank you, UO.
you are so kind to those that enroll.
Come what may, I suppose I will have to deal.
Until later, dear journal.