Slings and Arrows 

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles....
 
Since apparently, to quote a certain asshole professor, "I'm no writer" 
It leaves me no choice but to quote the long dead Shakespeare. 
 
And oh, boy...what slings and arrows I suffer to no end.
 
It is one talented individual that is able to insult nearly everything that 
encompasses a person's soul within one to two sentences.
 
I probably should have gotten out my notepad and scribbled out 
some notes so that I may build a shrine and shelf to set them on 
and lay down my offerings to the God, Profess-holio!
 
Should it not be enough that I got every question right and wrote 
accurate information?


Nope. Apparently, during a test I must be the embodiment of 
Shakespeare, Milton and Emerson...
 
Hmm...anyone else notice here how all those guys are MALE???


I cannot imagine how I work so hard and yet always find myself 
clawing against moronic ass kissers and retard wordists. 


But, here I am again. Pushing forward, seeing no end in sight, 
with the exception of the backend of my professor with my foot 
up it. 


I'm done. I tap out. Screw this shit.


I'll do what I can to get through but no longer will I give my all, 
because now I am fresh out and another delivery won't be had until next year.




 
 
 
  
 
 

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