Dancing Dreams

Fuck You Tom Mould.

I love you to death but I will commit suicide before I take another one of your classes! I'm a fucking freshman, alright? WHY am I being graded on changing the fucking world when all you've taught us this semester is how our very fucked up world is impossibly fucked up?!

GAH! Isn't the purpose of school breaks to provide rest and relaxation so that we can recover enough to focus on our studies and upcoming FINALS? My thanksgiving break has been everything but relaxing.

Between High tensions and way too much homework thanks to HE WHO MUST NOT BE NAMED *cough* Tom Mould *cough* I am sitting here wanting to rip my brains out instead of enjoying my time with my grandparents.

So what triggered this outburst? Well I just tried to register a domain name and buy some network space but apparently they didn't want to accept my credit card. SOO Elyse has no way to pay for her website which she must make for TOM MOULD because she has to change the world on mental illness stigma. By the way, Y'all When I have this friggin website up after I finish writing up all the stupid information I order you all to come to it because I can't change the world if no one comes to the website and it's gonna be good....hopefully.

AND THEN I spent the entire afternoon trying to figure out how the hell to use imovie so that I can create my friggin Public Service Announcement to go along with my website. I have a whole 25 seconds of words after 3 hours of working on nothing! Gah!

On top of that I have my Tech Production presentation to be making on Scenic Drops due Wed. And I have FINALS TO START STUDYING FOR!

Gah they are like a week and a half away. If I was Hermione I would have been studying back in September for them. I'm so freaked by them, mostly because they are my first college finals and I'm scared to death I will bomb them and plummet the nice GPA I have had to a 0.00. I Know I have been lucky well until like a week ago. But again Tom Mould. I spend Hours and hours writing a 16 page research paper for him and I get a B. He's the hardest grader I have ever seen in my life. Worse than Whiffen was. Except he is much better looking and a lot of fun and I adore his class just not the work so I can't hate him.

Please, someone save me. How many hours until I can put Dear old Tom behind me forever? I know I've learned a shit load since I've taken his class. I actually care about the world. It's weird. And I can do damn good research as well. I know the databases by heart. But for all you PV people that complained about Public Policy, it has nothing on Global with Tom Mould. And the most frustrating part is that for almost every other student taking Global, it is a breeze. I wish I had Jack as my global teacher, it would have been so much easier. *Sigh*
I'm so sick of researching mental illness stigma. Can't I just set our a bigger banner and say. "We're not all crazy so please be nice"
*SCREAMS*
And on top of that I am working on a MODEM internet connection. And I am just so restless with life that I can't stand being here much longer. Thank god I leave tomorrow.

Talk to you all soon,
FYTM
Even though I love you and are quite possibly the best teacher I have ever had.
FY
~Elyse