I hate how unnecessarily stressed out I’ve been this week

It’s only the first week of the quarter and I should be relaxed cuz there’s hardly anything to do yet

But it seems as though the professors are like intentionally making things more difficult than they have to be

For example, I was trying to get into a religion class and exchanged a few e-mails with the professor who told me I was third on the waiting list then never replied to me again

And I e-mailed a professor who teaches an advanced writing class and she made it sound like I should feel lucky to be in her class cuz she hadn’t heard from any of the people already on the waiting list and there was one seat left (just for me!)

Then I showed up to that class on the second day and there were like twenty empty desks 

wtf 

why must you people do these things

I do not understand

Ugh this online EcoBeaker lab thing for Biology is the dumbest thing ever I swear

And then there’s a graded assessment afterwards that comes in a close second for the dumbest thing ever

• I choose the answer that makes most sense to me
• Oh nope got it wrong
• Fine since I get two chances I’ll choose the second best option
• Nope got it wrong again and now I have a quiz average of 60%

Goddamnit

Fucking transplanting barnacles

Just because I unleashed a horde of ravenous barnacle-eating Nucella on you

No hard feelings?

Downside of living in one of the farthest dorms on campus:

• Late to almost every class

Upside of living in one of the farthest dorms on campus:

• Calves look fucking fantastic

So today was going to be the big day

Bio and Chem finals

The fate of my future rests in my hands

I was so ready to dominate life, engage in a fierce and bloody battle, only to emerge magnificent and victorious

And the very first thing I do is rip my pants

So PTSD randomly came up in my mythology class during discussion.

My professor asked if anyone could clarify exactly what it was

I wanted to tell him that it’s due to a hypersensitive amygdala that the trauma and all the emotions associated with it (via the hippocampus) are etched into long term memory, and when the amygdala is stimulated by anything that may be perceived as a potential threat or danger (audible/visual stimuli), all the traumatic memories and negative emotions (along with physiological responses such as sweating and increased heart rate) are re-experienced at full blast

But I didn’t want to sound like a smartass so I kept my mouth shut

Fu

Just hung up two posters.

The Blink-182 one keeps falling down ugh I can hear the little ‘tick… ti-tick’ of the tape unsticking itself from the wall

I keep having to stand up every five minutes to re-adjust it because it bugs the crap out of me

But the Doctor Who one is just fine

At one point I actually turned to glare at Mark Hoppus and exclaimed in exasperation, “DAVID’S BEHAVING WHY CAN’T YOU.”

And then I sat back down

My life is so thrilling

lol slept for twelve hours

what do i do with my life

My classics professor: why say ____ when you can say ___ ?

interchangeable | fungible

threshold | limin

easy | glib

We played this neuroanatomy game in Psych today where my professor strolled around the room and stuck a label on every one of our foreheads, on which she had written key vocabulary terms.

Essentially, we then played twenty questions in small groups to try to figure out what activity or process or substance or part of the brain we’d been given.

The nerd part of me enjoyed asking things like “am I a neurotransmitter?” or “am I part of the action potential?” but the human part of me sorta cried a little and sat down along with the rest of the defeated souls in the room.

Cuz you know, it’s kinda difficult to act all hard and boss as a college student studying psychology when you have “ogliodendraglia” stuck to your face.

I am in college and this is me doing college things.