>< Still working on that Media paper, which is supposed to be 15 pages long (doublespaced, thank God), is due on the 20th and deals with how the media dealt the events of the 11th of September (more specifically, in my case, how they were dealt with online in forums, chats, news sites, blogs, all that). Right now I want to kill that sadistic fuck of a teacher. What the hell was he thinking, giving us a paper on that? When all of us have friends who were there when the towers collapsed? When some of my classmates themselves were there when the towers collapsed? When some of us (not me, thank God) lost friends under there? What the FUCK was he thinking?? And no, there is "he did not know" excuse. He KNEW. We TOLD him we'd rather if he gave us a paper which dealt with something else. This is not enjoyable at all. It's the first time in years I find myself really loathing a work I have to do for university. I would skip doing the paper entirely, if I could, but it's worth 40% of the final grade, so there's no way I can not do it and not fuck up my grade. ><