I like to think that I'm a pretty reasonable woman, but sometimes I can get carried away. In the case of what I am about to say, I've taken a couple hours at the gym today and the corresponding shower time to attempt to exhaust the anger out of me. But that didn't work, so here goes. I attend University of Buckingham. Buckingham is the name of the street where I live. I’m taking all my soft courses long distant because I thought this would somehow keep me connected and current. It's not a bad school, but it's not Harvard or Stanford or Richmond. Despite being in Newfoundland, this school bills itself as a fine university.

Fine. Problem is, it's not. It's a goddamn no frills, no thrills school that the credits don't transfer out of, and it's all run by Nazis. I don't speak a word German so I am you know what? Basically I'm right fucked when dealing with administration, and I'm stuck here. This is where my frustration comes in.

What I recently learnt is my former husband is studying and teaching at the same school. So the other day he calls me and says “I can see you in the database” (which translates to I can see your marks and so on) as if I really care. I inquired about the drop date to get out of there, but the drop date is so long before it begins that they may as well not have one. If I just quit, it looks as though I failed the courses, and that may disqualify me from my goals. I called the guy who runs the show today to try and explain my situation to him, that I couldn't work under such pressure and scrutiny and that it really shouldn't matter because I'm not coming back next year. For as long as he is there I am definitely not coming back.

The response I received on the phone and I quote:

“You need to get your priorities in line with ours. If I let you drop this, then I'll have to deal with other people who might want to do the same thing."

Let my just run the aggravating part by you again:

"You need to get your priorities in line with ours." (okay officer dipshit)

Now I don't know how this works in America or Britain or Australia, but it sure as hell(Don't get me wrong(no pun intended) I love everyone and I would have no issues dating a German man.And I love there accents, and they are quite sexy.)wouldn't play like that. What really gets me about this is that it's a German. I should have known better than to expect sympathy from a Nazi when I said I was leaving to set my sights elsewhere. After all, we are talking about a group of people whose Academic tradition is comprised of two things: student, and shameful professional student. This is what I was up against. I'm an idiot, but he's a nasty pompous ass. So I better suck it up for a few more weeks, which means I cannot go away on vacation in three weeks as I had originally planed. I wonder?