Erik McClure

Fuck economics. I studied dutifully for that test and almost everyone in the class was still confused over badly written, misleading questions. In math, either you are right or you are wrong. In philosophy, either you make a convincing argument, or you don't. In economics, either you are wrong, or you are very, very wrong. I swear to god there is no "right" in economics, there are only varying degrees of wrongness and you must strive to be as not wrong as possible in order to pass the stupid class. Either that or you need to be telepathic.

I want my fucking programming classes, damn it.

We are next-door neighbors to one of the floor advisors, who patrol the hallways to make sure people don't go raping each other and whatnot. Our door is also propped open because it gets too hot in our room; Unfortunately that means we get to hear everything that goes on in the hallways, such as:

9:32 PM - A group of idiots walks past our door talking loudly when one of them trips and screams like an idiot. They all proceed to laugh hysterically right outside our door.
9:34 PM - We hear a very loud conversation through our wall in the RA's room next door, We begin talking about how pointless the quiet hours are.
9:36 PM - An RA tells us to be quiet and shuts our door.

WHAT THE FUCK?! Where were you guys like FOUR FUCKING MINUTES AGO?! But hey, you know what, I don't care. I don't even care if we get cited with a noise violation because I'm getting the _FUCK_ out of this idiotic place.

88 hours to go.