Apparently the more I study for the bar the less I am actually learning. My scores on practice tests are dropping rather than rising. I am hoping this has something to do with the fact that I tend to make my practice tests at 11pm.
Came home today to find the city of San Diego outside our complex with a bunch of construction workers all just sitting on the side of the road: staring at a gaping hole with water gushing out of it: first words to the roomie were “Hope this doesn’t affect our water” he believed it wouldn’t because he still has faith in the city of San Diego – I share no such illusions. So of course once we got to the appt it was no shock that we had no bloody water.
If I thought it would help I would go outside and ask the 5 guys that are just staring at the water “Why the hell are you not doing something?” Damn it I left the 3rd world with the hope that I would always have basic utilities: Ok so that’s not why but so many of my American friends are under the mistaken impression that Jamaica and anywhere not named the USA has no infrastructures, that I often make jokes about how much we suffer ‘back home’
I think the bar has made me bitter: nothing is good enough for me anymore. And anyone not going the maximum speed on the highway is a slacker and deserves death or at the very least to get out of my way.
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