take that.

Today was one of the crappiest day of my uni life and it has only been 3 months into a 4-year journey. It isn't fair that I have been trying so hard at my subjects and then, I get brushed off rudely by a professeur for asking a silly question. Why am I paying 7000 bucks to get shit professeurs? And why are they professeurs when they don't care about students, rip lecture slides/ notes from publishers/ notes? If they know so much about their field, why can't they explain in a langue that SINGAPOREAN students actually comprehend? What's the point of having such extensive knowledge when you can't even pass on that knowledge to others, in other words T-E-A-C-H?!? Shouldn't professeurs undergo some school to ensure that they can actually teach too and not just a bunch of unkempt, stuck-up elite people who live in darkness and think they rule the world?
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I have never been so discouraged in my life before. If I had been born with a silver spoon, I dropped out RIGHT THIS MOMENT.

But I hate giving up. I hate admitting defeat. I'm gonna work hard at it, make decent grades and then, shove them bloody papers up your saggy ass.