"Everybody knows that the war is over, everybody knows that the goodguys lost."
--Everybody Knows, Concrete Blonde
I can't do this anymore. Yay burnout. I get done what I get done, get what grades I get. The idea of doing this for another term - much less the 3 and a half years I have till I graduate plus the graduate work - fills me with a feeling of dread. I didn't enjoy this term. I endured it. I hate enduring things. I didn't really learn anything, and the only things I did I was already working at on my own.
So what now? I guess I sit through another howeverlong like this again. Fuck. Nowhere else to go. Anywhere would be nice. Just shoot me.
My parents will be none too pleased about this. I can't say I blame them. I have potential, after all. I can do anything I want to do. But I don't want this. I never wanted any of this. It's not like this is a sudden thing. It's not like I just woke up and suddenly decided I hated school. This is old hat. I just never was so sick of it in my entire life.