IGNORANT FUKZ

i love university. i love this course. i LOVE the silly things i get to make and the brain farts i get to DEVELOP!

but seriously.

why was i blessed with maturity (i use this word very loosely, i shall explain momentarily...)
in this environment?????

WHYYYYY i ask you MUST I SIT THROUGH AN IMPORTANT LECTURE AND HAVE TO FOCUS HARDER ON BEING ABLE TO HEAR THE GUY TALKING THAN ON WHAT HE IS ACTUALLY SAYING?!

i am aware i am childish in nature and generally a fanny but i worked bloody hard to get here and see every moment as an opportunity to learn and then there are these children who think that they can whisper all the way through a lecture that has ALL THE ANSWERS to the essay question we have just been set must have just been the lucky shits who painted a phone and a skull and a lobster really well in high school and magically got into uni without thinking.

and when i ask them to shutup i get sniggered at?

this shaved head is intimidating noone. maybe i need to get some face tats and knuckle dusters.

GRRRRRRRRRR