Final year of university bleeding my spirit

So I entered my third year thinking 'Fuck yeah, did no work in the second year but raped a high 2/1, now I'm gonna do some work and absolutely SMASH IT. I'm gonna ace a dissertation, do something ground-breaking... I'm gonna study Schopenhauer [who I pretty much know off by heart anyway], bad-boy metaphysics, bio-ethics [FUCK MONSANTO] and give the department a philosophical broadside they won't forget.'

Three weeks in, I'm drained. Done pretty much fuck all, cba going to lectures much because the students there are mostly idiots who subscribe to materialist metaphysics [which is to say, they are incapable of either thinking for themselves or pursuing metaphysics.] My dissertation proposals have all been blocked by my Luciferian personal tutor, who is proving to be the incarnation of my nemesis and a prickly thorn in my side. We're not studying Schopenhauer. Bio-ethics is being taught by a Monsanto apologist, not the fiery anti-biotech professor of yesteryear. And what I hoped to be 'bad-boy metaphysics' is simply hum-drum-drolleries taught by my aforesaid Luciferian personal tutor.

It would be funny, if it weren't tragic. I've got the skill to carry an argument through to the bitter end and leave an opposing philosophical position lying in the dust. But ever since I let my Luciferian professor know that I knew he was cursing students [basically by watching his hand movements ever so closely], I've been side-swiped and put on ice. It's getting to me.

Last Edited by ThereIsNoHandle on 10/18/2011 06:50 PM