My turn to bitch
I was really going to write something creative here, but i had nothing to write about, but i have been thinking about the end of semester alot, as it is only a week away..
and as it is, i have to say, i am a wee bit dissapointed about my first semester at RMIT. I don’t mind the idea of what we are doing, but i have to say, i have never talked (or rather listened) so much in my life.
I did a 4 year degree, a Bachelor of Digital Media Production, and its more or less the same as what the masters is about, using new technology to blah blah blah blah blah blah blah…….. etc..
As you probably gather i have just about reached my limit. The thought of class and more dreaded, demoralizing talking next semester is really getting to me. If i have to hear one more opinionated rant, or one more pointless and timewasting nonsensical point of view, im going to punch a horse… yep, you heard me a HORSE!!
I have been a little disapointed in the class atmosphere. I have made some good contacts already, but our class atmosphere is about as much fun as your dog getting hit by a car. We had ONE attempt for a get together and it went down like a lead balloon, there were 3 others as well as myself.
Firday night, after our Presentation… LETS HAVE BEERS!!!— Friday rolls around, and i PARTY BY MYSELF…. YEEEEEHAW!! Hey its okay… why dont we go and see a BOLLYWOOD FILM…. YEAH…. aah the memories.
ABOVE: Party Time at RMIT as the MMP students have a social get-together.
So what can i do to make it a better place? More lively, more SOCIAL??? He dont ask me… i only get a 16 for my participation, i was near the bottom remember? Perhaps one of our overlings can suggest something?
I have sour grapes now, but i have to say thanks for letting me get this off my chest, i dont have to worry about offending anyone BECAUSE NO ONE READS EACH OTHERS BLOGS ANYWAY!!!
COWABUNGA, I,m gonna party with my missus, at least she knows how to have fun..
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