HARRO: FUCK ECOMMERCE

Every Tuesday and Thursday from 6:50 p.m. - 8:30 p.m. for the past 15 weeks of my life, I have attended my night school class entitled, "E-Commerce."

This is my Professor for this class:

For God knows how many hours I've been in this class I have had to listen to her talk about E-Bay, Amazon, and the business market online in broken english that I can barely understand or keep up with. I've grown up around asian people my whole life. I can even do an amazing fob accent, but for christ fucking sakes I can NOT FUCKING UNDERSTAND HER. If I can't understand her, I'd hate to think about how many other people, who have had an influence from other parts of the world, are actually able to understand wtf she's talking about.

This is a conversation I had with one of my fellow classmates just now:

Sven7M (7:19:43 PM): how's class
II nice slice II (7:19:52 PM): shitty
II nice slice II (7:19:53 PM): i signed for you
Sven7M (7:19:59 PM): RAWK
Sven7M (7:20:01 PM): thanks man
II nice slice II (7:20:33 PM): "day bed hao menny dorrar dey wun tew pai"
Sven7M (7:22:24 PM): oh GAWWWWWWD
Sven7M (7:22:35 PM): I feel like I am there. STOP

In total, there are three people (out of 60) in this classroom that don't have their laptops out trying to keep themselves occupied during this timespan that seems like forever. ANYONE that can stand this class without a laptop in front of them, is the ballsiest, most badass person to have EVER been created. One time, I came to this class without my laptop and the only thing that I could think of was how many different ways I can kill myself without weapons, using the surroundings in the room. That's how tortuous this class is.

One of the class days, the first three rows of people, the most studious and bright of the class, got up and walked out all in unison because she decided that we need to know and understand what the letters HTTP stand for.

I've gotten so frustrated with this class that I've actually yelled out "FUCK" several times this semester, I've RICKROLLED the class three times, I've openly talked about having aids on my face and being afraid of getting it out of my butt, and i've talked about how I want to kill myself over and over again just so that I can relieve the pain of being in this class at these points in time.

This class has given me a clearer view of why I should not be in school. Thanks.