Me Versus Exes

I thought the start of the new semester would only one thing:
Dreadfulness.

I was right.

But not only that,
It also defines other things.

Like that one particular psychotic lecturer that would make you cringe.

Or having to go to practical in schools for three frickin' months.
Not that it would change anything,
Now that after I finish my degree,
I would be in school for my ENTIRE life.

Okay,
Don't go that way Farhana,
Remember,
You're pursuing Masters and PhD,
Not just stuck with Degree.

The other thing SEMESTER 7 defines,
Is that we will be in MASS LECTURES.

AS IN MASS LECTURES,
WITH OTHER CLASSES.

WHAT THE EVERLASTING FUCK???!!!

ALL MY EXES IN ONE ROOM???
Okay,
I should have listened to Ricchan and Amir.

Never find a boyfriend that studies close to you.
But apart from Zafik,
I wasn't the one who came onto them!!

THEY'RE THE ONES WHO THROW THEMSELVES AT ME!!!

AND NOW I HAVE TO FACE ALL OF THEM??!!

SWEET MOTHER NATURE,
WHAT WRONG DID I EVER DO TO YOU?!

OKAY FARHANA.
BE COOL,
BE COMPOSED.
ALL OF THEM ARE JUST MEMORIES.
MEMORIES CAN'T HURT YOU.
THEY'RE LIKE PASSING WINDS.
OR DEAD PETS YOU'VE BURIED THREE FEET UNDER.
WHICH ALSO CAN COME BACK AS ZOMBIES.

I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG.
LIKE THEY SAY,
THERE IS NO FAIR PLAY IN LOVE AND WAR.

I'M COOL.

GET ME OUTTA HERE!!!!