I sometimes wonder if i enjoy working under extreme pressure. I seem to succeed only in putting things off until the last possible moment, and then glorify in bitching about it. I realize that if i could simply weigh my responsibilities (and pleasures) more accurately my life would be much simpler.
Today alone, i have spent 12 hours ... yes, TWELVE HOURS on homework. This isn't just because of my lack of "get it done" initiative, but also due to the ridiculous work load these peddlers of higher education put on a single person. This shit better be worth it, or i want my damn money back!
That brings me to one more irrational thing to rant about: Why should i be paying for this? It seems to me, with all the work i am putting into my education, considering the yearly salary i will likely be making when (or if) i graduate, that i should be getting paid!
Back to the books.