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I just made the most disgusting instant soup. Don't buy the president's choice instant soup cups, they take over ten minutes to make and are absolutely repulsive.

I've realized that I go to a clown college. A moderately priced clown college at which I will earn a degree in four years instead of six, but a clown college nonetheless. Not one of my instructors is an active academic in what they're teaching. I understand that people tend to cross disciplines and become knowledgeable in a variety of fields. I would however expect that at least ONE of my instructors was teaching in her/his area of expertise. I should have been tipped off when I registered at the only University I know of with a "social sciences" faculty. (Who calls arts social sciences? I haven't taken "social science" since grade 12). Besides that is the fact that most of my instructors have only their masters degrees (or in one case is working on hers) and my lab instructor is an undergrad student.

Get in, get my piece of paper and get out. Then make a shit load of money and apply to Western or McGill.

This new source of motivation has given me such purpose.