two more weeks two more weeks two more weeks

I keep chanting that little diddy to myself. First it was 8 more weeks 8 more weeks 8 more weeks and it has progressively shrunken over the weeks. What this diddy means to me is that in two more weeks I will be done with "classroom" school forever. I'm at the point of no return in which I DETEST SCHOOL WITH A PASSION. I'm glad it happened my last quarter and not my first quarter or else I would have never survived. I am taking three classes this quarter and I hate hate hate one of them (the worst I've ever had in my grad. school experience including the teacher), like one of them but find it tedious but at least the teacher is nice, and love love love one of them including my favorite teacher (Law & Ethics I love you). My teachers know there is something wrong with me this quarter. I go to class with literally a grimace on my face and make annoying noises under my breath and roll my eyes a lot, it's as if I was in high school again. I'm just so done. Unfortunately, all my classes have seemed to save all the assignments for the very very end and packed a lot in at the very end so I find myself with a gazillion papers and presentations. I can handle the papers but what I hate more than ever is group presentations. Here at Seattle U, and I rarely criticize it, they tend to do a lot of this and it is something I consistently rate them on. My advisor told me that if you are sick of school then you are ready for internship. Oh yes, bring it on and NOW please. I start in three weeks. It's about f-r-e-a-k-i-n' time already.