Growing Pains

At the end of angst filled teenage years you'll emerge a new person, go to uni, no more outbreaks, awkward moments when talking to boys, lots of parties and sex, and no nagging parents. Well uni has fulfilled 1 promise..definitely no nagging parents, they are in another state, and there are definitely lots of parties to go to(I mean the weekend starts on Thursday). About the sex...that's a lie, so are the awkward moments (I just choked when I spoke to THE hottest guy in my class) and the breakouts...well I am damn near adulthood and I'm still dealing with acne*sigh*

Having said that I have decided to hate uni. I have been in it for way too long. I love orientation though, watching the newbies in their awkward shuffle looking for familiar faces, I suppose it's the same as 1^st day of class. You walk in, hope you'll see a familiar face ...a safety net. Unfortunately this fall I do not have that luxury, instead I am stuck with the nastiest popular girls in my program “The Barbies.” The Barbies are like well Barbie only they are not all blonde and definitely not leggy. What annoys me so much about them is they want the lecturer's attention, and they want the class no the world to know how this class relates to their very being, they are a vapid bunch at best.

Unfortunately for my 1^st class I was stuck behind them, with their non stop chatter. The lecture dragged on but at least I got through it with some knowledge regarding how the government taxes its citizens...yes riveting stuff I know. Now I have to go and prepare for another class, the 1^st week at uni....great my life suddenly seems bleak. I need a holiday.