I demand for my rights to whine.

Okay, now I'm pissed off. This spring semester at uni right now is being the busiest season so far, and I foresee it being the busiest season ever. That is because of a nasty combo of both language classes, one maths class and other classes with plenty of annoying, time consuming coursework. Well, chances are I could manage with that somehow, but then why do these people have to keep dropping all these little surprises that normally would feel closer to like a small satchel of C4 dropped behind a trashcan, but right now is closer to the nuclear bombing of Hiroshima.

And, yes, I'm talking about THIS.