Wednesday, June 08, 2005 @ 6/08/2005 10:33:00 PM
| MOre |
I realised i've bcome weak. I cant bear to be alone. Guess its the time-of-the-month syndrome taking its toll of me again, controlling all of me.
To add on to my compilation:
How lecturers and schools bull shit!:
Number 1.
They say that they knw abt the problems u're facin, the disadvantages in the situation u're in. They say 'dun wori, we wil help' during lesn times. But ya, help? my ARSE
Number 2.
They say 'whatever circumstances u're in now.... be assured that personal representations have been brought up durin the board meeting...' ratter on and on, beat ard jungles jus to tell u that they 'tried' (or haf they)?
Number 3.
They say 'ya, you can try using that stand for ur appeal. If u realised the skepticism in my tone.' This is jus part of the 30min conversation in attempt to stop us frm giving them more trouble.
They say they wil do their best. MY FOOT. FukEd Up!
Number 4.
They tell u to go to Studnt Affrs Svs to ask for the protocol for appeal. Even when they themselves know its useless.
Number 5.
The Studnt Svs wil make u speak to 3 different admin staff cos they themselves do not know the procedures. Then finally some Arse who knows wil give u a pc of rubbish that needs u to fill in the module u wana appeal for (they dun even understand why we are ther after explaning 3 times). Then u wil have to go up to the finance dept to pay a sum of $10.50 (excluding 5% gst) then submit the form with the receipt. (sounds very useful indeed)
Someone has to convince me to tell the futre lders in my cls that one wil succeed with hardwork. Everything in my sch n ppl indirectly implied that, if u wanna shine, u:
(a) boot lick
(b) boot lick
(c) boot lick
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