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Y .Monday, June 19, 2006.

Toxicity.

To spend nine and a half hours sitting in a classroom good for more than a hundred students, listening to three fairly boring yet strict professors every Monday is the biggest joke I've heard in my entire college life. As of today.

To bring three books, one of them is as thick as a hardbound dictionary everyday just to find out that the professor won't tolerate students who keep on looking at them even if they didn't say it's part of the day's lesson is the biggest crap I've had. As of today.

And to leave the classroom [finally] to have a 15-minute lunch break by barrading through heavy rain, splattering mud and a huge crowd screaming for shelter... to find out you'll just have to settle for cold tocino and hard rice is the greatest farce I've performed. As of today.

As of today, I am completely toxicated: of my sched, of my professors, and of the tocino I'm not really sure I digested completely.

Note taken: Mondays sak [no, it doesn't suck. It saaaaaaaakd really bad.]



YYY
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