One and a half months after the deadline for the submission of our CDx, a class project where we had to interview families in a particular community to assess what that community needs (e.g.: proper drainage system, livelihood seminars, etc.) to improve their quality of living, we still haven’t submitted our final copy. Sad, isn’t it?
If I’ll you the whole story about our project, it would take my whole night to type everything that I need to tell you and make it concise so as not to bore you (and consequently, leave this blog). Lol. To make the long story short, the reasons behind why we still haven’t passed our effing project are: first, we started from scratch three times. Yeah, our soft copies were stolen by a File Monster. And two, because of my uncooperative blockmates.
So yeah, we had to retype almost the whole thing two times. I don’t know why my classmates who were holding the files didn’t make a backup copy or gave the others a copy of it. Haven’t they thought that this could happen? Sorry, but I have to say this: DAMN YOU GUYS! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING? YOU’RE NOT MAKING IT EASIER FOR US! YOU’RE MAKING MY LIFE SO TOXIC! YOU WANT TO HAVE A HARD TIME? SO YEAH, TAKE THIS SHIT, DELETE IT, RETYPE IT, AND DO THE WHOLE THING ENDLESS TIMES UNTIL YOU’LL CONTRACT CARPAL TUNNEL SYNDROME. YOU KNOW WHAT? WE ARE ALREADY TIRED, AND I KNOW THAT YOU ARE ALREADY TIRED TOO… BUT THEN, THIS IS WHAT YOU WANT, RIGHT? SO YEAH, GO TO HELL AND DON’T YOU EVER DARE GO BACK TO THIS WORLD. I DON’T NEED RETARDS IN MY LIFE!
That’s why the person who is holding the final copy of our project sent me a copy of it in my e-mail. She’s getting paranoid, actually.
Again, forgive me for those words, I just need to expel everything out of my system. Now, I can breathe.
Doctor's Orders