Disgruntled Student Writes Truth

What students for nearly one thousand years have wanted to write, and I have been enabled by the comforts of the 21th Century. I bet Upton Sinclair and other muckrakers must be ashamed 1to have a citizen journalists who treasure their anonymity such as myself, be included in their ranks to dig past the bullshit, and give people the truth.

Or maybe I am just a bit delusional as I write this. Frustrated by another day having to teach myself material that the lecturers couldn't teach, either because of their lack of English skills, or lack of desire to give a shit about the students. Whatever, it's not like the University is selling an education--only a plastic card that allows you to gain admission into Examination Schools to sit an exam that grants access into the sick incestuous world of the Oxbridge graduates. It's one thing to fuck them after a pricey dinner, the spreading of legs acting as a tanglible expression of the words 'thank you', it's quite another to share their bed as an over-educated equal. But I have to be honest with you, my dildo has kept me more satisfied than my fellow students between the sheets. Except for the North Americans, and maybe continental Europeans. And I can't forget the South American who I almost had sex with, except we didn't because neither one of us had a condom--but he made up for it in other ways.

Welcome to the anonymous diary of a disgruntled student at Oxford University. I'm bored with the academics, the men who've found their way into my bed, and if I have to go to one more fancy dress 'bop', I am going to overdose on the 'emergency use' Klonopin that my doctor gave me. Funny how being an anonymous voice in cyberspace, is the only way I can discreetly vent my frustrations.

Gotta fucking love the 21st Century.