desperate

I'm desperate. I need some God-given miracle to do decently on my Con Law final. I hate con law. And I don't think it's the subject matter. It's my professor. The man can't teach. Yes, he talks, but he can't teach if his life depended on it.

I'm also desperate to move out. 2 more days, only 2 more days. I hate hearing their voices. I HATE it when H comes over. I think it's rude and inconsiderate, especially because we're in finals week. I hate how V stops by, unannounced. I hate hearing K laugh in the morning. If I know other people are sleeping, I usually keep quiet so I won't disturb them. No, she doesn't think about that. I hate how A pretends how everything's okay with everyone and can compromise herself for people that don't mean much to her, but can't compromise for those people that mean more. I can't wait so I won't have to see them very often. I can work, go to school, finish law school, and say syonara.

My dad likes to remind me the final winner is the winner. I have absolutely no doubts that I'll be more successful in the field of law than these s0-called friends. As conceited as that may sound, it's the one thing I am sure of. So while I may be desperate now, the things I'm desperate for mean very little. At least I have a conscience.