A sharp pain in my heart...

great a fucking hour and a half in English, or as they call it "freshman seminar" i walk into the room with that FUCKING DANCING FOOL BEHIND ME! what does he even have a life to get to? well i take my seat and so he leaves the room. i have never been so happy to have a pony away from me. Mr red ink is sitting at the desk with one hoof on the mouse and one trying to round people up for class. im sitting there reading the book "the silence of the ponys" its a great story but let me not ramble about the story...

we start class with our warm up, we got to think of something that we overcome in life. we started to write, we had ten min to do it. goddess-damn i could not think of a thing to write and then something poped into my mind but i did not want to write it, it fell wrong. all i could think of was my mother but i did not know i should write that. my thoughts flooded back...

that man at the cremation place, a fucking asshole he was. every goddess-damn day he sees a greiveing family and sees profit of it, i hate people like him, but he has to make a living.he sits there with his fucking black suit and green tie and we start negotiations what we needed. my father thought he knew what he was doing...no ill just stop there for now, for now.

back to work i need to focus, i finished it on the fucking fool who followed me around and humiliated him and got him praise. i had no other choice it had to happen. after we did that we need to write definitions of words down. Mr red ink makes it a walk around and find the words kinda thing. its fucking annoying is what it is. we working on them and its a fucking mess with twenty people over here and another ten over here, finally we finish and we get started on a book called "the life of a part time buffalo" we started to read it and there was some swearing and goddess for bit they start giggling and snickering.