its one of those days where..
... you wake up and look in the mirror and hate your hair, cos its too long/too short/too thick/just not working for you
... you stare at your notes and your mind wanders off topic every 2 sentences
... you silently curse your lecturer for not knowing how to get to the point in his lecture slides
... you silently curse your lecturer for giving ambiguous open-ended information that's so detailed in the unnecessary as well as necessary processes
... you silently curse your lecturer for not knowing how to stay on topic while lecturing, resulting in haphazard note-taking in the margins that is not even related to the topic of that weeks' discussion
... and again for committing typos that camoflauge themselves in sentences that look credible, confusing you later when another weeks' slides disproves said sentence (zzzzomg)
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its just one of those days stress and frustration gets the better.
deep breath.
