Grad school is quite literally, the angel in my nightmare. For the next two years I will bust my ass in hell for a ride to heaven: my MSW. The nitty gritty details of my struggle will be lost in one blurry memory once I finally have that piece of paper in my hand. Until that moment, I'll catalogue every grueling thought I have during my Wednesday night class. Hopefully, your night classes carry a similar theme.
1. OK. Four more minutes to fuck around with my phone before class starts.
2. Fuck. We're starting now.
3. Please don't remind me how behind I am. I can't think about that presentation yet. I'm still trying to finish the chapter for today's class.
4. How many more hours of this do I have?
5. Already with the movie clips? Really? We've been here like five minutes.
6. Oh no. The feels. I'm feeling the feels.
7. Only one hour and forty-five minutes to go! FML.
8. OK. Stop talking.
9. Seven minutes. SEVEN MINUTES? It's only been seven minutes since I last checked the clock? Jesus.
10. Oh my god, annnnnnnd Sean brings it back to the book.
11. Everything comes to you in a flash, lady. We all remind you of something else when we speak.
12. Fuck, I'm tired.
13. It's only been five minutes? You're kidding, right?
14. Shut the fuck up. This is fucked.
15. Another Ted Talk? Really.
16. That's beautiful.
17. I think I might be a liberal.
18. Wow.
19. INTERSECTIONALITY, OK.
20. How on earth do we still have an HOUR left of class?
21. Shit I'm hungry.
22. I have no idea what I'm talking about. That didn't make any sense, did it?
23. Don't pretend to know things.
24. I gotta pee.
25. Am I chewing loud? Fuck it.
26. Fuck, my mouth's dry.
27. Clarence? Did she just make an Eminem reference?
28. Almost one hour left.
29. OK. C'mon.
30. East Hamptons? Gossip Girl.
31. Jesus.
32. Oh my god. What are we watching?
33. Am I still hungry?
34. Holy fuck.
35. Thirty-seven minutes.
36. I think I can get away with peeing now.
37. YES! Half an hour.
38. Twenty-five.
39. Time is crawling.
40. Yeah, three minutes can seem like three years alright. Like, right now.
41. Almost there.
42. Holy shit, I need a fill. When can I get my nails done?
43. Mother fucking fuck let's fucking go.
44. FINALLY.
45. I need a beer.
Realistically, I go through various approximations of all of the above every, single Wednesday.