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Tear-Lab Abhorrence

So I know my last post was horribly depressing, but an awful event occurred which saddened me muchly. I might delete it actually, cause it's pretty crap. In any case, life hasn't gotten any less depressing.

People keep coming over to the house to ''pay their respects'' ..and I put that in quotations for a reason.
See, here's the thing. Coming from a Sikh background, my religion teaches that when someone passes away, the soul leaves the body. Said soul then has ten days where it is free to roam around and haunt people, (usually the family) before it is held accountable. During this time, the soul cannot do anything for itself. It can't pray, it can't drink blessed water or eat blessed food. It's just a roaming lifeless soul. However, the soul knows the true feelings of each and every person that comes to ''pay their respects.'' It sees all. What a smart soul. So if you decide to come with the intention of ''paying respects'' and cry fake crocodile tears, the clever soul will know. It will follow you and haunt you until your nightmares give you insomnia. Muahaha. (6)

....okay enough of that, you get the point. So here's where I explain the quotes. During the period of liberation, because the soul is unable to pray for itself, the other souls that are still contained (i.e the family and friends/living people) must pray for it.
This is the most crucial time for the family as they have to try and get as much prayer said or sung in those ten days, for the soul, so when it stands accountable, it'll have a bunch of goodness behind it (and we hope that this will take it to heaven).
One thing we most definitely should not do, is cry. However difficult a time it is, crying is the enemy. It acts as a hindrance, preventing the soul from reaching God. It's a bit like saying, 'I want you back, don't go up there to the better place where you want and deserve to be. Remain here on this hellhole earth with me.'

Now these people who come to ''pay their respects,'' arrive and do the exact opposite. They come in, sit down and cry. CRYING IS THE ENEMY. If they want to come and be respectful, the least they could do for the soul is join in with prayer. That is the only thing that will help it, not their damn tears so save them for after the ten days.
Yeah, I'm insensitive but I don't care. It's my family and we seem to be the only ones doing the right bloody thing.

Right, that was one thing that slightly pissed me off. The other thing is uni. I'll probably keep complaining about that place until someone destroys it so if you've had enough, do ignore.

I got my Pharmaceutics lab report back and I received the worst mark in my entire educational history.
25/100 ...like are you kidding me? 25 fucking %
What. The. Heck.

I didn't even get any marks for lab conduct!!! As far as I'm concerned, I ALWAYS arrive prepared, I'm the only one who is aware of the shitting safety regulations, useless equipment and timekeeping, and my general conduct is of an extremely high standard. I never brag about anything, but this I WILL brag about cause I know I'm the fucking best when I'm in the lab. I'm quick, efficient and clean, and I'm usually out of there after 1-1.5hrs, while everyone else is still in daze about the whole experiment. I will have to take this up with the head of Ph because I refuse to accept a mark I clearly don't deserve.
What is more, half the wankers in my group arrive completely unprepared, stand around gossipping and looking lost, then approach ME for help, and the stupid helpful person that I am, give them all the answers then THEY end up getting a higher mark than me. How the fuck is that fair?!! ARGH. Stupid tits.
On top of that, I lost 35 marks for not filling in the cover sheet which required me to write down the drug code, wavelength, conc of soln, calibration curve range, and the names of my unknown solutions. All because that effing arse of a lecturer was rushing me just so he could get home early. That malicious, condescending, idiot of a man. 35 fucking marks for not entering eight fucking lines of numbers. ARRRRGHHHHHHHHHH. FUCK YOU.

I'm so so fuming, my head feels likes it's going to explode. GAH!

See? This is why labs of any kind, are suicidal. JUST PLAIN SUICIDE. I want to die before I go in, I want to die when I'm in there and I want to die when I'm out. SUICIDE!!!!!!!!!!!

Comments

Biyori Haneul said…
could you have selective mutism on the days of practicals and ignore the others? lol
hope youre ok! :)

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