I'm a fat racist. No... I'm not saying that I'm fat and racist, I'm saying that I have a problem with fat people... and it all stemmed from my idiot "advisor."
He's a closet eater with an ego bigger than his waist. I can't concentrate on what he's saying through all the fat jiggling around his jowls. He walks like a penguine and breathes like an asthmatic that just ran a marathon. He's disgusting and in love with himself. Oh, and has no idea what fuck is going on, ever. I've given up going to him to be "advised" because he has no concept of anything.
All this anger stems from the fact that I thought my employment program was done and taken care of... until I went to the Career Office and inquired as to why my grade hadn't shown up on my transcript. And they were like, "oh, well, we don't have your capstone or resumee." AHHHHHHHHH. The fat man told me to send them to him and he would grade them and send them over to the office. That was in November, it's not February, and I'm just finding out with was never fucking followed through with!!!!
The worst part about it is that this past semester was the only semester I didn't make Dean's List... and I easily could've IF I'D GOTTEN THOSE FUCKING CREDITS. I literally missed it by 0.06 points.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH >:(
I need to hurt a fat person.
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