Class Tests!!
Goooood Weekend my brethren. Another horrible week ends. I lost count of how many of them I have survived so far. Now how many of you know what is clinical depression?
Check out wikipedia you idiots. Long story short it s basically really long term depression and not always with good reason. Unfortunately (or fortunately) I am a victim of this affliction. See that is why I am a doctor of the brainses.(This logic made much more sense when I thought about it)
So you’d think someone who has these issues couldn’t possibly be any worse of in college. I thought so. I thought nothing the ol’ motherland throws can touch me. I mean what could be worse. Journals? Ha you’ve got nothing on me you filed pieces of paper! Internal assessment? HAHA Bitch please! But then one day the then father of the Motherland (Yup, the last sentence sounds messed up) thought of new horrors. He was the recipient of genuine divine inspiration and he though of – Class tests.
Cue Bedlam in the Clinic. I cannot think of a more painful and more excruciatingly brainless concept than a class test. The way I see it its just another coupe for tests a year we get to fail! And there are two in a sem! In one fucking semester!! Whats the point??
It lasts for like 45 mins and ends before you even figure out that you wrote the seat number of the paper you are copying from! How is that fair?
It is downright painful! But then there are those idiots who love it! They love tests! And the people who are responsible? Ive seen what happens! Most of the time it is goddamn late with the paper! And then they make sure you have 3 or 4 in the same day! THERE ARE ONLY 5 SUBJECTS! And there are 5 days in a working week! How hard is it to put two and two together. Even if you are going to persist with this bulshitty scheme at least make sure that those, who most of us copy the paper from, have a chance to study properly.
But if things always worked the way they are supposed to then we wouldn’t have this problem. There would be no weekdays. There would be free chole bhature in the canteen. People would be allowed to own their own carnivorous animals. But alas none of the above is possible or legal or even logical. We still won’t put two and two together and I will still want take a saucepan and reintroduce it to my forehead.
Repeatedly.
And forcefully.
Check out wikipedia you idiots. Long story short it s basically really long term depression and not always with good reason. Unfortunately (or fortunately) I am a victim of this affliction. See that is why I am a doctor of the brainses.(This logic made much more sense when I thought about it)
So you’d think someone who has these issues couldn’t possibly be any worse of in college. I thought so. I thought nothing the ol’ motherland throws can touch me. I mean what could be worse. Journals? Ha you’ve got nothing on me you filed pieces of paper! Internal assessment? HAHA Bitch please! But then one day the then father of the Motherland (Yup, the last sentence sounds messed up) thought of new horrors. He was the recipient of genuine divine inspiration and he though of – Class tests.
Cue Bedlam in the Clinic. I cannot think of a more painful and more excruciatingly brainless concept than a class test. The way I see it its just another coupe for tests a year we get to fail! And there are two in a sem! In one fucking semester!! Whats the point??
It lasts for like 45 mins and ends before you even figure out that you wrote the seat number of the paper you are copying from! How is that fair?
It is downright painful! But then there are those idiots who love it! They love tests! And the people who are responsible? Ive seen what happens! Most of the time it is goddamn late with the paper! And then they make sure you have 3 or 4 in the same day! THERE ARE ONLY 5 SUBJECTS! And there are 5 days in a working week! How hard is it to put two and two together. Even if you are going to persist with this bulshitty scheme at least make sure that those, who most of us copy the paper from, have a chance to study properly.
But if things always worked the way they are supposed to then we wouldn’t have this problem. There would be no weekdays. There would be free chole bhature in the canteen. People would be allowed to own their own carnivorous animals. But alas none of the above is possible or legal or even logical. We still won’t put two and two together and I will still want take a saucepan and reintroduce it to my forehead.
Repeatedly.
And forcefully.
Just as I notice that all those pesky CT’s (Saucepan? Nurse, hand me that saucepan) are over, turns out the MST’s are here (Nurse, switch of the light on the way out and send someone to clean up the floor after I bludgeon myself) Whoopee, we have a timetable which has equally spaced times between tests and….. Urgh screw it.
So my suggestion,grab a saucepan and bang away (Brain out of the gutter lads, bang has other meanings) See? Now you know why I so easily manage my depression. Sound, easy ,logical and completely healthy. Ask No pants, see how healthy he is.
That’s it for today Comment my pretties. Tell those other idiots you all pretend to be friends with to check this place out We need readers and commenters and nurses. And we need the support of the Motherland. Help us out. And you will be rewarded with a saucepan.
Slightly used.
So my suggestion,grab a saucepan and bang away (Brain out of the gutter lads, bang has other meanings) See? Now you know why I so easily manage my depression. Sound, easy ,logical and completely healthy. Ask No pants, see how healthy he is.
That’s it for today Comment my pretties. Tell those other idiots you all pretend to be friends with to check this place out We need readers and commenters and nurses. And we need the support of the Motherland. Help us out. And you will be rewarded with a saucepan.
Slightly used.