I hope my future Mondays will not be a battlefield. That is really the last thing I need - a nagging, middle aged, over-achieved, friendless, too f--king rich Uncle barking at me to have a "vision". Spare me, please. What's wrong with just wanting to complete my dip and eventually become a designer? I think that's a mighty fine vision; in fact, I think it is more feasible, tangible and something that I can count on realising. Also, how I look and whether D. wears shorts or not, has nothing to do with the class, subject matter or the pseudo-wannabe-major fail(!!!!) lecturer.
I think it is foolish to give said Uncle airtime here, really. I hope this is the last time.
Give me strength please.
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