you know what i fucking hate? when you email a lab professor to tell him that you need to go to his office hours on tuesday morning and he emails you back saying that's perfectly fine, yes, he'll answer any questions regarding the practical that you are going to have on wednesday afternoon and then you show up on tuesday and he's fucking not there - nor is he in the stupid fucking lab - and you have so many fucking questions because you don't know anything and oh, have i mentioned the fucking practical is tomorrow afternoon and it's fucking worth about 30% of your fucking lab grade and i really dont give a shit if he's packing to move across the country to pursue post doc work (who the fuck even knew there was such a thing) - this is my grade and it is his fucking job to answer my questions and oh my god i am so stressed.
i wish it were still socially acceptable for me stomp my feet and throw an enormous temper tantrum.
instead i smile some more, say it's okay, and scream silently on the inside.
don't wake me, i plan on sleeping in