Internal Strife and Such

ARRRRRRRRRRRGH!!!

Whew.  Now that that's out of my system . . .

There are few places in Ephraim where one can just let out a good scream without the whole town assuming that said person is a lunatic.  So, I decided to do it over the internet.  Not the same, but it will have to do.

I'm so . . . frustrated.  It's not exactly stress, but I guess that's part of it.

Things just aren't going my way this semester.  And I know that a lot of my friends back home would be saying; "Oh, look at the bright side."  "Oh, it's not that bad."  "Oh, look at it this way, you almost getting hit by that car will be a funny story to tell your grandkids."  (Okay, that last one isn't true.)  But it's hard to look at the bright side right now.

I hate singles ward.  I struggle with how awful the talks are.  I struggle with the shallowness of the lessons (come on people, lets delve a little deeper into the lessons here).  I struggle with the lack of babies making noises during sacrament.

I don't get math.  Pre-cal . . . it sucks.  I don't understand it at all.  But that's mainly because my professor is awful.  For example, generally speaking, math makes more sense to me when I teach myself than when he teaches me.  He actually complicates things.  Instead of telling us that all our assignments due dates were being pushed back two days, he went on some elaborate ramble about it and now literally no one knows when anything is due.

Microbiology is killing me.  It doesn't help that his handwriting is nearly illegible and usually in cursive (news flash professor, cursive is a lost form of writing.  It's almost as dead as Latin.  PRINT YOUR WORDS).  And I honestly do not get how or why molecules combine the way they do.  I'm going to fail.  So going to fail.

I am also having to figure out housing, jobs, and schedules for next semester already.  Why oh why does this need to happen now.  I'm only 4 weeks into this semester.

And of course finally, my roommates.  I don't feel comfortable around most of them.  I don't like being around them because it is literally the most awkward feeling I have ever felt, and so I remain, day after day, trapped in the little white horror that is a Snow Hall Dormitory.

Anyways.  Now you can see why I needed to scream.  Because that's pretty much the only noise in my head right now.

Stupid college.  Why are you so frustrating?