Because, Let's Face It.

So, to prove that I'm TOTALLY losing my mind, here are a few excerpts from an email I just sent the professor advising my CE (or thesis, or whatever the hell this stupid school wants to call it today).  Just as a little background another professor had just announced, IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE CLASS That I would not be graduating until May.  Needless to say I was PISSED, largely because this was news to me.  And in that light, I wrote to my advisor.

I will keep on keeping on until I'm dead.  Maybe that's a bit of an exaggeration.  Until I've got a few more letters behind my name (preferably MPH).

Re all else: Why on earth did I think it was a good idea to be ambitious with my CE?  Dr. HEAD OF THE ACADEMIC TRACK (in slightly different words) basically asked me the same thing tonight.

So you know, I am kind of at my breaking point (as I'm sure you are AND I learned a ton about the load of bull crap you put up with as a professor tonight, so I know this probably is 100 times worse for you)... 

...And then I start to bemoan the fact that, at this rate and with this horrid cyclical hell we find ourselves in, I will never graduate and never get a real job.

...I am available any time before 1pm and any time after about 2:30 until 6pm.  I will drive if I can make it in time (her office, your home, the moon) or phone at any point."

I realize that this probably makes NO sense to anyone but me.  But, this is my blog.  And one day I hope to look back on this and smile fondly.  Or not want to punch people.  Really, just so long as I don't feel so overwhelmed and frustratedUPTOHERE, I'll realize that this post and all the crap I've dealt with in relation to it are nothing.

So, you know.  Happy 150 posts.  Or 150 smacks to the face.  Or 150 "God, PLEASE don't make me deal with more of this"'s.

I promise one day I will talk about other things.

Geez, now I feel super guilty for having written this at all.  I mean, there are people starving or people that can't even read or those in the middle of war and all I'm doing is bitching.  So, how about I end on a happier note, eh?

After explaining the last few hours of my night to Hubster on the phone as I'm driving home from school, I get home to a very full glass of wine.  And I'm feeling much better.  And I am also very very very thankful to have such an amazing husband.  He gets me.  :) 

And on that rambling, ridiculous and a bit delusional note, I'm out.