Monday, Tuesday, WTF (Fall Semester Schedule)

Monday

8:30 am-3:50 pm

listen to the arrogant, privileged white kid in your class talk about how easy a hair thinning assignment was

3:50-5:20 pm

kee kee with fellow gay men of color who could give two shits about me

5:30-6:50

The only class I can say I really enjoy on Mondays, first year writing...then I realize that I didn't complete all my credits for freshman year and say to myself in embarassment "I'm in between freshman and sophomore year...I'm 20."

 

Tuesday

8:30-12:50

Constantly scratch up sculpture because I'm too tired and lazy to clip my nails

1:00-2:20

Forget to do the reading for my art history class

2:20-7:00

try to contact trade but fail...*sigh* no D for me.

7:00-9:50

perform and only get feedback from instructor

 

Wednesday 

No classes, but called into work

 

Thursday

8:30-2:20

Look at a vagina or oversized balls on nude models  for five hours and twenty minutes (we're screwed out of a break and only take a half hour break) and learn pointless facts about the bones and muscles

2:20-5:20

Watch as the cute boy you like ignore you and look you up and down with disgust

5:20-6:50

still ashamed

Friday

I only have one class but it starts at one. So I either get called in to work four hours (or like most times not get called in at all.) thus waiting patiently until 12:20 to head out to school.

 

 

 

 

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