*vent on* I HATE SCHOOL. I'm over it. Too much reading that can't be conquered, a job that won't cover tuition, faculty with their "gotchas" and mind games, mean theologians...staff members who want you for their numbers but don't necessarily want to keep you...broken printers in a multimillion-dollar facility. 

Yes, I know people are just people, Lord knows, I'm a side-eyeing sometimey chick half the week, but today? Today I don't need to see faculty who look like me ignore me, but then want me to take your class to keep your numbers up next semester. I know, secondhand, tenure tracking pressure on people of color, and I wish I could help you with your burden, but I can't. I'm overwhelmed as a student, so maybe, even though life is getting to you, think about where you were a few years ago, and maybe a prof had a supportive word for you...?

This place is so cold. I don't want to go home, but I don't want to be here, either.

*/vent*

Well-Meaning Students

Their benevolence is so soul-sucking.

Huh.

I wasn't allowed to change the title of this, so I'll just call myself the Ratchet Seminarian for three years.

Deal.