Slightly Pessemistic Christmas Cheer

I've been feeling a bit nostalgic lately with the semester coming to an end. I always look forward to the semester ending, but for some reason when the end is near, I keep hoping for the end to be a little farther away. I guess I just always hate having to say a final goodbye. To those boys and girls that always made eye contact with me, grinned and then looked down guiltily during class prayers....I'll never forget you. I hope we keep in touch through technological means. To the girl who still shuns me because of that one time I snorted during the professor's spiritual thought....I've already forgotten the plans I had to anger you more. I hope you all savor these last couple of weeks of school while you can. Soon instead of paying to be bored, you'll look for a place to be bored with pay. Instead of rolling your eyes to your professor's faces, you'll be rolling your eyes behind your bosses backs. OR maybe you are loving school right now and will have an AWESOMELY exciting job in the future. To those people....I have no words for you. Happy Holidays everyone!

Because being nice can only last for so long.

Finals seem to bring about the good, the bad, and the ugly. For me, it was simply a life-altering ailment and the satisfaction of knowing that when I return from Christmas break, I will still have finals to complete. For others, the joy of knowing that one more semester is ending makes them relatively tolerable. And then there are some who should only be allowed out of their apartment in shackles and chains for they may regret their decisions to exercise any form of free speech. They do exist, they do!

I want to share an email that was sent to Jayne's entire class. This fellow student must have felt the pressures of finals and so he snapped. Poor guy, hope this doesn't come back to haunt him. Here is the email in its entirety:

Subject: Be self reliant.: JST57-20085-1

Thanks to many of you for the most annoying semester of "i missed class, please send me the notes" in other words: be a college student for me. My 2 cents is: if you want to pass the class, be self reliant. If not, quit college.

Really? You have to be so stingy? Well, when Aunt Bertha dies or your brother Hector gets married and you can't be to class, don't you dare send an email to your class asking for notes. We will NOT give them to you greglee87@gmail.com. No, we won't.

(Feel free to send greglee87@gmail.com an email sharing your feelings on this matter.)