So I take up my books for the fourhundredandfourth time and wonder how come they know everyting and I know nothing, how come they they´re so smart and I´m so stupid, HOW COME I fucking chose this fucking program by my own free will????
And then I think that maybe I´m no meant to be studying, maybe I´m more suited to remain a cafébitch anyway. For one thing, it´s something I know I´m capable of. (If you dont belive me, I can bifoga my work references on my cv. On Facebook exclusive. Apparently that´s considered normal. And then you can see for yourself, that I´m a very skilled and legitimate milk-skimmer.)
For another thing, I discovered that I actually enjoy doing the dishes. It´s simple! It makes dirty things clean! And I don´t have to fuss about Critical Theory and the genocide in Rwanda while doing it!
Or maybe, I could become a cafébitch with a twist. Like, the one that only got through the first course of Peace and conflict and therefore has to spend all her working time proving that she´s actually studied. Whenever someone wants to order something, I can say: "If you want your latte by half price, you can hear me quoting something from Thukydides. Yes, no?"
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