For the first time in a year, I am a free from classes, and I am seriously thrilled. A huge weight has been lifted off of my shoulder.. like… the weight of this solar system has been lifted off my shoulders. And my, do I have wonderous shoulders now.
On more recent events, I had my design presentation yesterday. My “professor” was supposed to get there at 10:30 am, so I could present right? But he wasn’t there at 10:30am. So I just sat there in the class room looking at my presentation seeing all the things that were wrong thinking to myself “I’m getting screwed over today.” Upset, because the clock now chimed 11:00 am and my “professor” still wasn’t there, I began to think of reasons of why he was late. I began wondering why he was doing it, and decided “He’s doing it to piss me off.”
Let me tell you, it is not a fun feeling to sit in a classroom after 9 months of waiting to present, and not have your “professor” there to hurry up and grade you. It’s been 9 months of hell, could we please no longer prolong the AGONY of this horrible project? Is that so much to ask, I don’t think so. The classroom was frigid, like seriously I’m talking subzero temperatures and then some. And as penguins, polar bears, and one or two eskimos passed by me, I began to want to kill my beloved “professor” once again. “Regner, perish the thought.” I told myself.
So there I sat! Like a moron. A real live moron, ladies and gentlemen :) I only had like 3 hours of sleep in like…. what? 7 weeks. Yeah, that’s about right. So just imagine me, not having slept in months, sitting on a black chair in an Arctic classroom with a bunch of blue prints in front of him. All alone. Can someone say autism? “Autism”… Thank you.
“Where is he?! He’s probably relaxing somewhere thinking of ways to set me up.” and in that moment I asked myself, “Regner… seriously, why must you be so pessimistic? Why can’t you give him the benefit of the doubt and for a second consider that something could have happened to him.” And that’s when I realized “Evil doesn’t die so easily.” So obviously, I dismissed the idea and continued to hate him in my silence lol. It was a bit fun because I began to think of things to do to get even. Mark my words, one of these late late nights he WILL get a blocked ID call from someone screaming the word “Asshole” from the top of his lungs. Not very mature, but hey, entertainment is what it is.
So minutes passed and hours passed and my “professor” was way past fashionably late and went straight into Satan mode, because I swear, only Satan himself is cabable of pissing off someone as bad as he did to me. But hey, I could be overreacting. He was, after all, only two and a half hours late.
That’s not alot right? Right. I swear I must have snared at him several times during my presentation, But alas, the “O” Project, as I have baptized it, is finally born and I am quite proud of it. My model was beautiful, if I do say so myself, and my project is very sophisticated and lovely. And as my “professor” said the words “I’m going to gave you the A.’” , my heart was elated and my spirit soared. I was an eagle that was about to swoop down and rip his head off and feed it to its offspring. Eyeballs and everything.
So here it is, ladies and gentlemen… “O” Project:
