Plagues of Locusts...

Dear Institute of Higher Learning,
Are you trying to cause my head to explode? This must be some sort of sponsored experiment by which my suffering sanity is to be tested. You wait until there are three weeks left in the year, until I am two papers into my hell week, to remove my professor from office, to whom I just recently handed in my aneurysm-inducing term paper? Understandably, that kind of decision isn't made lightly and of course, one should wait until the content of the course has veered firmly into left field before considering a change in staff. Fantastic, excuse me while I scrape my now-exploded brains off the ground. But wait! The study continues, as the universe continues to bitch-slap me by crashing the University website. All in all, its not that rare an occurrence but considering that next year's class enrollment begins tomorrow, the stress is wearing me thing. And yes, you insipid monstrosity of theoretical learning, I am holding you responsible for the state of my kitchen.
Congratulations, I am now insane.