So, I quit school last autumn for the fact that my condition prevented me from studying - I just didn't get anything done. I am now returning to my studies on September 1st and going to wrap it all up in a year of evening school (which is quite a pace, to be honest). Well, my mother keeps inviting me over and showing me all these job ads and whatnot - when I explain to her that I can manage with the social support and a weekend job just and just and that I need to focus on my studies, she snaps at me for being a lazy-ass brat just for the fact that I can't cope six-eight hours of studies (plus assignments) AND six-eight hours of work daily.

"I mean, there are other people that do that too!"


Sorry for the bad grammar&language, I'm just so very pissed.

The world needs strippers. At least then you can take day courses.

Hrm, you do get quite decent money for that...

Seriously, it'll be english/philosophy/folkloristics for me at the University.

Hey, they are always putting themselves through college. That's what they say anyway...

Just get a generic business degree and make a bundle of money! Otherwise you will just lead a life of correcting other people's grammar and spelling. Also, composing Haiku. So much Haiku...

Well, that'd probably lead to working as a translator or such. Finnish-English-Finnish. I'd have to work on my German though, or start Russian or French.'


EDIT: And no business degrees, I can't stand economics or mathematics. I would probably get in anywhere, though, if I manage to keep my grades where they are now.

What archaic document could you possibly need to translate from Finnish? The Lake Troll chronicles?

Did this make anybody else wince? (my hand immediately went to my nuts to protect them)

If you feel you can manage on social+weekend work then stick to it. Studying and working full time can be a real struggle. I work full time, and this year I'm doing 130 points of courses for my degree, which is more than full time equivalent and I have really found the workload a struggle. My evenings are filled with naps and study, and my weekends don't exist except inside an equation or three.

I felt winded, like I'd been punched in the stomach.

That...is so horrifying to even think about....

meh had worse happen.

Yeah but there's a certain stigma attached to sack-related wounds.

Unless you've had yours chopped off, though. Then you'd prob'ly trump him.

EDIT: And then had the wound cauterized with a blowtorch.

EDIT2: Let's not go that far.

The above reminded me of this Darwin Award. Warning: NOT FOR THE SQUEAMISH.

My reaction to that was simply O_o and my legs just closed a little bit.

I don't even think I can think of something sympathetic to say.

Ah, good times with this one in my Writers Craft course.

Oh, it's healing now, only a week or so and he works as good as always. But my girlfriend left me now, so I am kind of pissed off. xD I shall coin a new term. "Luck of the Irish", "Bad Luck of the Austrians"

She left you because of that operation? Or she was a nympho and couldn't handle a couple weeks off the carousel?

You will laugh, but it's the latter. (With some more things)

I'm sorry to hear.

Hugs for the Ash!

Naah. I'll take my new favorite quote by it's words.