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Haru Haru by Big Bang

The first day of school was utterly depressing. First, my wrist was hurting like SHEEET. It has been hurting for quite a while after last week's training, but I must have slept on my wrist or something along those lines, because I woke up feeling as if someone was trying to saw off my wrist with a blunt saw. Next up, I showed up for school for a brief 1.5 hours for a seminar with a sexist Irish MCP. To save my ass, I shall quantify this. He is the first male middle-aged Irish teacher I know. Maybe most Irish guys are nice, leprechaun loving people. Maybe most Irish people are kind and considerate. I truly have no idea of the generic demographic stereotype. Whatever. He was sexist as HELL. So the guys can get away with buying him beer and the girls need to fuck him to get an A grade? Most disgusting joke I've heard in a classroom yet. Can't girls buy him a beer either? Or does he secretly want to fuck the guys in my class? Pardon the wonderful language. I'm quoting his terms. Gives my post more versimilitude. I don't care if he has a doctorade in Philosophy. He can have a doctorade in ant breeding for all I care. I do not appreciate being put into the box that says 'For Fucking'. Maybe drinking too much has addled his brains or something. Nevertheless, I think the people with problems are those who told me that they love him as he is funny. I'm okay if you recommend him for his teaching or his liberal A grades. If you recommend him for his female depreciating humour, as an upstanding member of society, you have failed. Even if you're a guy, I'm sure you have a mother, a grandmother? Or a sister? A female friend? If none of these can convince you otherwise, I would ask your mother to have drowned you in your bathwater.

As if all these were not enough, I find out that my group has been scrapped for Nationals. Oh JOY. This all because of the previously mentioned commitment phobic group mates of mine. Its ridiculous, the excuses they provide. They're always sick, injured or something or another came up. They schedule group meetings during training. Lack of interest and commitment. Sigh. So now, I only have trainings once a week on Thursdays. So that I can 'keep in touch' with the other teams while they train. Like WOW. I'm supposed to do physical training while other people are training, and I'm supposed to be all nice and enthusiastic about it, when Thursday happens to be the only day that I do not have to SCHOOL. So yeah. I'm stuck commuting to school everyday. Sure, I have more personal time. Sure, I can slack at home and turn into a couch potato. SURE. Damn it! This is more depressing than I thought it would be.

Sigh. The world seems to be working against me to ensure that I don't keep to my New Year resolution. And the dark circles under my eyes seem to be growing in size and getting darker in colour. I'm not sure why, since I'm clocking around 7 hours of sleep every night, thanks to my awesome timetable that usually starts in the afternoon. Sigh. Lets see how things go...

"Don't look back and leave. Don't find me again and move on. Because I have no regrets loving you, take only the good memories."