My hands are shaking and I am currently on the verge of tears. I am |..| that close to calling my lecturer and saying “I quit”. I hate this course with a passion that can only be compared with the passion I put into my fiction writing.
Who gives a FLYING TWO LEGGED FUCK about Robert Owen? Has anyone actually heard of him apart from the people who are forced into reading about him for this bloody course?
I am well into the first day of my two day extension and I have managed the grand total of 115 words (and that’s in over an hour).
I am stuck between a rock and a hard place. I drop the course that’s it, I have proved I never stick at anything (and I lose the £500 I paid for the course). I don’t drop it and I have to figure out a way to either get out of writing this essay, OR I write the biggest pile of crap ever in existence.
I am so upset about this, and all I get from my nan is “Well what do you want me to do about it?” A few words of encouragement perhaps would be good, or perhaps a “Can I help in any way? What is it about? Can I read it and we can discuss it?” Nope, of course I don’t get that, yet I spend my day off typing up and checking my sister’s assignment after she spends two days with other people looking after her children (one of them being me) to go to my mum’s so they can both discuss her course work…it FUCKING STINKS and I am sick of being the one left out in the cold.
Someone help me before I really do just waste the last four months and drop out for good…