A loud shimmering FUCK runs through my veins when I met my program advisor yesterday. The worst case scenario has come and yeah, the very famous phrase "You can't run from your problems" just came true for me and it is not what I thought would happened but it would probably come soon and it is shits. Serious shit, its shitty shit shit. DAMN la, I never wanted to face this fucking subject here, I FUCKING HATE THE LECTURER!
This subject, in which I guess I can cope, IF and ONLY IF Inti can find a better replacement for the lecturer who had thought me during my stupid second semester. Someone who can TEACH and not brag about himself.
"Damn easy" is his famous catch phrase and he teaches using NO textbook. And yes, he thinks he is a MASTER JEDI of JAVA. Maybe he is, and I don't fucking care but he treats and teach as if the students are already capable of writing codes, understanding those fucking algebra, fucking logic and fucking program.
Now it seems my last semester here would be another struggle and hell yeah I've been struggling since my horror horrendous first semester.
Complaining won't do much but who cares, people complain all the time. I know that in the end, I just have to do it. (Nike inspires me a lot with their famous thing, "Just Do It") But somehow I hate that fact, I hate going to have to face that lecturer again and this time, for 4 fucking months! *The last time, when I could not drop the subject, I dropped it with my own style, skip the class for 2 and a half months, until the finals in which I didn't attempt as well cause I have no fucking idea of what i learnt.*
"What the FUCK?!"
That's what i shouted in my heart as I left CAE.













