why the fuck would i check my email, thats where the fucking emails are
reading Billy Bud for the first time and the stranger danger vibes are real
“how many puns and inuendos can I put in my bachelor thesis before someone notices - a social experiment”
working on my bachelor proposal like
writing the actual bachelor thesis like
I have many valid™ reasons for not having worked as much on my bachelor thesis as I was supposed to but I still feel like shit about the check-in with my advicer tomorrow because he doesn’t know about the valid™ reasons and even if I’d try to explain them to him he’d just think I’m lazy and desperate for an excuse which isn’t technically wrong either
there are no gods or honour in academia, only blood
Okay it’s 9pm, I handed in paper 1, am currently starting to edit the final draft of paper 2 and still need to finish and edit paper 3. I also need to draft something for the brochure we’re workshopping and proofread something important for my sister. All of this is due tomorrow at noon but I’ll have to finish it by 10am at the latest because that’s when I have to go catch a train to the thing we’re workshopping the brochure for. Oh and I just learned that summer time starts tomorrow. So I guess I gotta close tumblr and get some shit done now, huh?
thought I’d seen it all but now I’m watching a protestant propaganda musical as research for a paper and I... I’m not strong enough for this... I can’t stop laughing. This is comedy gold y’all
the main thing I learned while studying in the uk was that I am capable of writting 40 pages worth of academic papers in under a week and still get good grades for ‘em and that’s dangerous knowledge for someone who’s prone to procrastinate
tomorrow is probably the last time in my life I’ll ever have to take an exam and I’m both ridicously unpreprared and beyond the point of giving a fuck about it which is a very surreal state to be in and I’m pretty certain I’ll regret all of my life choices the second they hand out that exam tomorrow
studying for my clinical psychology exam is kinda wild because between me and my current group of friends we’ve got pretty much all the disorders on the syllabus covered
shit my profs say
- “You might know me as ‘that guy who teaches the class on pornography’.”
- “The author is dead. Literally.”
- “No one needs to know about Foucault nowadays but its part of the cultural studies experience so suck it up”
- “I really hope that the lightswitch won’t catch fire this time.”
- “I’ll give a seminar about railways next semester— which is far more exiting then it sounds and you should definetely come.”
- “A person can’t be a contact zone. That would make them a prostitute.”
college gothic
- someone in your class mentions communism. they speak about it at length. you are in biology class.
- you text your mother. she does not respond for 3 days. you text her again and then realize that it has only been 2 hours since your first text.
- freshmen travel in packs. what are they afraid of.
- your class is in room 153. the numbers start at 201. you cannot find the first floor.
- someone is talking about communism. it is not the same person as last time. this is an english class.
- your transcript says you have an A in philosophy 3310. you do not remember taking this class. what did you learn? what did you do?
- you meet your elevator buddy. you do not speak. you never do. you ride in silence. one day, they are not there. you miss them.
- your advisor refers you to the registrar. the registrar refers you to admissions. admissions refers you to both the registrar and your advisor. you have spoken to two people who do not exist and one who has been dead for ten years.
- the boy who sits next to you wears the same clothes everyday. you think this is strange but when you mention it, he tells you that this is the first time he has worn this outfit. you realize that you have lived this day before.
- you pass someone sleeping in the quad. he has always been there. stop looking at him.
- someone answers, “communism.” it is not someone who has been previously mentioned. the question was, “what is an example of the art of ancient greece?”
- you have a doppelganger on campus. you have never met them. they know all of your friends.
- the seniors speak only to professors. their eyes are dead. they have given up the safety of the pack long ago.
- the professor is talking about STD’s. your math class is very strange.
- the powerpoint is in comic sans. you suspect that your economics professor is an extraterrestrial being after all.
- “communism,” the man serving you lunch insists. wearily you nod. that’s what everyone says.
y’all think you’re kinky af but you’ve got nothing on whoever wrote The Sins of the Cities of the Plain (yes, I’m kinkshaming an anonymous Victorian author rn and if you knew about the things I had to read you would do as well)
tfw the only thing between you and getting your bachelor thesis approved is the inability to find a functioning usb drive o.o