FUCK
ME
Two years huh, christ the last 10 days have taken a similar length off my life. I’m using this blog, of which i was reminded of today, so screw it, time to delve back into the cathartic writing of an average journo student, the hardest working blah blah blah fuck itttt
Let’s start with some pleasentrys
Erasmus was and i mean this when i say it, perfect
Exactly what i wanted and more, did everything i hoped to do and more, learned so much more about myself and more, that was down to some substences though. I live everyday knowing that my life can be as good as that again, that i do have it within me, that if i started completly fresh in a new city, i could carve out something that fills my heart to the brim, and slightly, every now and again, spills over.
Messi won the world cup, so that added to 2022 being probably the best year of my life, so far. Erasmus, weightloss, my father not dying of covid, starting 4th year on campus, and working a nice minimum wage job with people i enjoyed immensely.
James RM was a huge part of my year, and wouldn’t have anywhere close to how good it was without him, even if take him for granted, i already appricate how much he’s present in some of my happiest memories, since our first meeting.
There’s mark obviously, i wonder who will finally get sick of one another company, but if it hasn’t already happened, with seemingly >80% of the days spent together at any length of time. He has become almost a part of routine, like the day doesn’t feel quite right if he isn’t a part of it.
So now, we move on, to liars
Frank McCourt
Moving on
FUCK THE LIMERICK VOICE
I am so checked the fuck out of the limerick voice module, i am waiting with my bags at the front door of the hotel waiting for the taxi to arrive. Just end ffs.
I will and do take stupid childish comments about the vast majority of things on the chin, but one thing i will never stand for, and will moan if disrespected for, is belittling earnest work.
I have never tried less than my ability when it has come to the Limerick Voice, i have pushed myself to become better at this course off the back of the idea of not being the weakest link in the chain, a group effort requires everyone pulling their weight, and i wasn’t raised by two working class parents who went above and beyond to make the best for me and my brother and sister, to be a little lazy fuck that did no work and complained about others for doing the same.
As already alluded to, the hardest working layout editor. My motivation for taking the layout editor, was a motivation out of shame, i didn’t do enough for the website last semester to warrant the position i took, so i pushed myself further to take more responsibility and more work, which i don’t care about, that’s why were in college, so i could not only justify my work to others, but justify it and not lie to myself that i “contributed”
BUT
All that to me, is untouchable, you can take advantage and undermine a person on a lot of things, but taking advantage of hard work and belittling it and exploiting it, is a line i can’t defend crossing.
20 HOURS
Who, tell me who is worked 20 hours, no pay, no guarantee of when its over, and told belittling comments about “why are you bringing the vibe down” “you’ll get a smedia, it’ll be worth it” “i know some of ye stay in to 6 in the morning anyway”
The lack of respect, i just can’t except it. Not anymore, its just ridiculous, i can’t listen to someone in good faith anymore that will treat someone like that, repeatedly, because we weren’t the first year to experience hours like that and we won’t be the last, the lack of respect, the lack of respect to think that’s okay, the lack of respect to then make light of it once everyone’s had their fucking day in The Sun, or should i say the Limerick Leader, is quite simply embarrassing, and will forever be a stain on this course.
It’s been almost two weeks since this whole mental debacle started, i have come to doubt myself as a person in a lot of aspects, being too introspective over this whole ordeal, that i have mentally painted myself into a corner, where the only course of action is to break a hole in the wall, i have acted out of line, out of character to a lot of people, some i’m more sadened as to how it aspired than other. I feel like i’m changing but stale at once, i’m aware that my change in mood has started to change basic conversations, i’m defaulting more to a negative attitude to college, when before this month i would have been the most positive about it, and still are in my ways, but i hope the best outcome from me being negative about the course to the students in the years below me, it that they know whats coming in years to follow, as told to them by some grumpy fuck a couple of years ago who has let his whole mentality about various aspects of his life spin on its axis, all because of a little disrespect, a few lies and general incompetence
I have no idea how long this period of mentall unrest will last, i wish it’s as soon as i finish this sentence.
Fuck
Oh well
Talk to you in two years : )
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