Thank God for Billy Joel.
I am the entertainer: I come to do my show.
You heard my latest record, it's been on the radio.
Oh it took me years to write it:
They were the best years of my life.
It was a beautiful song, but it ran too long.
If you're gonna have a hit, you gotta make it fit,
So they cut it down to 3:05.
I am the entertainer, the idol of my age.
I make all kinds of money when I go on the stage.
Oh, you see me in the papers,
I been in the magazines.
But if I cold, I won't get sold,
I'll get put in the back on the discount rack
Like another can of beans.
I am the entertainer, and I know just where I stand,
Another serenader, and another long haired band.
Today I am your champion; I may have won your heart.
But I know the game and you'll forget my name,
I won't be here in another year if I don't stay on the charts.
It's such a great, "I'm awesome, and I suck," at the same time kind of feeling. Which is pretty much me, right now. It's cool on some levels, but I've totally already lost on others.
And it's just Billy Joel. I just want to close my eyes and rock out. If I were in a better mood, I'd dance. So here's the list:
Fuck whoever failed to teach me the basics of matrices.
Fuck whoever failed to teach me about vectors.
Fuck Mathematica to hell and back.
Fuck teachers who don't even want to teach, and base your grade on shit.
Fuck the entire finals period.
Fuck tests that don't test you on what the class is really about.
Fuck the lack of transporters.
Fuck parents who act like passive aggressive children.
Fuck REU sites that don't update themselves or tell you anything useful.
Fuck teaching physics in such a way that the only thing the students get is the boring, painful, makes me want to kill myself and be an english teacher way, and not plan any time to actually talk about why it's interesting enough to make people get through that other part.
I am really sick to fucking death of school this semester.
I am the entertainer: I come to do my show.
You heard my latest record, it's been on the radio.
Oh it took me years to write it:
They were the best years of my life.
It was a beautiful song, but it ran too long.
If you're gonna have a hit, you gotta make it fit,
So they cut it down to 3:05.
I am the entertainer, the idol of my age.
I make all kinds of money when I go on the stage.
Oh, you see me in the papers,
I been in the magazines.
But if I cold, I won't get sold,
I'll get put in the back on the discount rack
Like another can of beans.
I am the entertainer, and I know just where I stand,
Another serenader, and another long haired band.
Today I am your champion; I may have won your heart.
But I know the game and you'll forget my name,
I won't be here in another year if I don't stay on the charts.
It's such a great, "I'm awesome, and I suck," at the same time kind of feeling. Which is pretty much me, right now. It's cool on some levels, but I've totally already lost on others.
And it's just Billy Joel. I just want to close my eyes and rock out. If I were in a better mood, I'd dance. So here's the list:
Fuck whoever failed to teach me the basics of matrices.
Fuck whoever failed to teach me about vectors.
Fuck Mathematica to hell and back.
Fuck teachers who don't even want to teach, and base your grade on shit.
Fuck the entire finals period.
Fuck tests that don't test you on what the class is really about.
Fuck the lack of transporters.
Fuck parents who act like passive aggressive children.
Fuck REU sites that don't update themselves or tell you anything useful.
Fuck teaching physics in such a way that the only thing the students get is the boring, painful, makes me want to kill myself and be an english teacher way, and not plan any time to actually talk about why it's interesting enough to make people get through that other part.
I am really sick to fucking death of school this semester.