"Oritentated"?

Sarah finished off my box of Kleenex yesterday (or the day before) and then gave me her illness. I have a sore throat, a headache, an aching body, sinus pressure right behind the bridge of my nose, no Kleenex, and no idea what went on in my classes today. All I remember is that Gothic lit took much too long and that my CSci professor kept saying "orientated." I hate it when people do that! She'd write "object oriented language" on the board, but she'd say "object orientated language." Gah!

I plot vengeance on my teachers. I compose course evaluations in my head to soothe myself. "You assign 100 pages between Tuesday and Thursday classes, and a 40-page article to print off (a .pdf, so it's a pain), and we're supposed to write four-page papers about some of those articles? Knock it off!" Or "You either spoon-feed us information, or expect us to figure it out on our own? It doesn't work that way; no one is learning anything in this class." It's not even the middle of the semester yet and I'm already thinking about the end of these classes.

I might learn a real programming language just to spite the CSci professor and the stupid, uesless one she's going to teach us. I haven't yet figured out what to do to be subversive in my Gothic lit class, though. I think doing all my assignments will be sufficient for that.

Nothing inspires ambition in me like being really annoyed.

Ha, ambition; what am I saying? All I want is to sleep, preferably until I'm not sick any more.