Man oh man, writing to my masters director about my subject and the progress of my reflexion was one of the most stressful and challenging tasks i've had to accomplish in a while... i could almost hear him yelling at me... "you stupid little fuck! what the fuck have you been doing for the past month??? that's it? this is your ground-shattering idea??? you're a useless disgrace to this institution! i can't believe i agreed to supervise such a piece of crap of a dumb attempt at a memoir!! how the fuck do you expect to do any of this shit? you think it's relevant?? you think no one ever thought about that? "hey look at that self-peeling banana i've just invented!!!" you're a moron among retards you snot!"
yeah, i can't wait to read his reply tomorrow.
(sorry, i should have started this post with: dear diary...)
4 comments:
You better post that reply, twat.
well, it's not that bad afterall, he basically said that the subject and the problematic were really cool, but there's no way on earth that my methodology is ever going to be feasable...
I've heard that one before....What did he REALLY say?
he said: "this is never gonna work if you keep biting down all the time!"
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