God honest hatred

Now i’m pissed. Really pissed

I hate them. They are NOT professors. They are a bunch of wildly sadistic animals. They expect me to know their subjects the way they do. They do not understand the concept of cutting someone some slack.
They enjoy making me miserable. They derive some sort of sick pleasure watching me all messed up.
I swear to god. If this continues, i’ll snap. Then they’d better watch out for college day. Coz that day…im going to speak my mind out loud to them. They shall be sorry. Very sorry for the way i have been treated by them.
Today i was told off like mad in front of a patient. It was an honest mistake that i did. But i was careful enough not to cause the patient any discomfort. No harm done at all. One 5 minute job was left which i wanted confirmed from a professor. I did not know the finding very well coz im a fuckin undergraduate who does NOT have much experience because i AM a fucking undergraduate. I did not come to this place with an MDS degree before hand and im not that great a student that i’ll know all that there is to know.
I know what i am doing rather well but not well enough to see everything the way a senior staff member does.
So why the shouting? Some sort of manifestation of an underlying frustration? or that of a superiority complex that can not be eliminated by the conscience?
Why can’t professors show a little compassion for their students. why do they want us to get used to a foolishly miserable routine which not only wastes our time and energy but also keeps us on the edge for so long that falling down doesn’t matter anymore.
I do not want to be baby’ed at all. But i need to know that the person teaching me my livelihood is not a complete retard who doesn’t know how to deal with a student..
I want to learn but these three make it look like i cannot anymore.

So. on college day when im gonna graduate wit a good score…im going to tell them how they made my life miserable. I ‘ll actually ask them. If my parents are present, i’ll ask them how they’d feel if someone did this to their children in college. I’ll make sure they know…that if i ever come into power such that they are answerable to me. I shall not let them have a second of peace. And thats a promise.

hmm…re-adress or reconsider?:

10,000 bucks
2499 kilometers
Crappy small talk
the Rs.9000 bet
The chills at Edge
And all the alcohol.
Trips, fights and random acts of chull (that i wanna prove something?)
Its been long. still?
Man…i feel like a 5 year old wondering who finished the cake from last night.
And then college. I am VERY confused.
College has a way of complicating things. While building up a social image you have to very careful not to upset people lest they hate you (more than what they already do).

Funny thing is, in all my modesty, i dont give a rat’s ass, still.
Funnily, for all the politics people read about and all the parliamentary drama we witness nothing can beat the likes of what happens in the average college classroom.
Pretending to be immune only gets worse and indifference leads to people percieving you as insane. You dont care still maybe. But then work gets hampered and self sufficiency suffers. to have a better future we compromise on the way we wanna see the world.
Funny?
Yes, sir
very

I have done some really extreme stuff. For really stupid or sometimes rather justified reasons (if i say they’re justified, they ARE justified.)
What you have to realise however is that, the reasons dont seem all that pretty once you look back at how you felt at that time and how stupid it seems right now.

Philosophy can ruin you. Having a set philosophy/ set of principles to follow can be a VERY dangerous. Hypocrisy scares me.
Not because i dont like hypocrites (thats rather obvious…) but because i dont wanna see myself as one.

Me, myself, i , all about me.
Who cares what the world thinks? i’ll be a bakchod for eternity!
a few good friends are better than a dumbass entourage!
But for all the truths i have hated theres one more! the dumbass entourage in question can have a rather ballistic effect on you life.
I hate the DE. Its like a secret society possibly conspiring to bring down any indivisual who prefers to think on a lines parallel to the those of the universe.

As of now, i believe we should live one thing at a time (thing…not day or any other unit of time)

presently, lets just get on with the bet. (along with the daily bullshit we face from college!)

Primarily, we have a big problem. If there is something to prove, which also is a mystery. And if i have to prove myself. then why is it that i wanna do it for some unknown entities. (honest?)
Bhenchod! can i have a smoke please? (oh! i forgot…one butt’s about 9 grand,…GODDAMMIT!)