Is school over yet?

I can't believe I made it through the first half of this semester. It seems to be going by in a blur of Red Bull and cigarette smoke (seriously, when did everyone start smoking?). I think I'm a time bomb. I think I took too many classes this semester, in an attempt to lighten my load for next year. But I might not even live to see next year, at this rate. I've lost a lot of friends. Gained some new ones. But definitely lost more. All I do is work and study. I don't even sleep. Sometimes I forget to eat. And school is sad. A couple of my professors really just loathe me. That's okay, it would only hurt if I didn't hate them more. In one of my classes, I just took a midterm that covered about 300 pages of text. It was a short essay midterm. I probably aced it. I only read about 13 pages of the reading. CSUN is sorry. In my creative writing class, a story that I evaluated which had no character development, no climax, and pretty much no plot was deemed "flawless" by the rest of the class. That's the problem with CSUN and peer evaluation. They are always validating stupidity. Don't tell someone his story about a senior in highschool who is dating a "hot girl" is flawless. Don't encourage him when his narrative voice is that of a 13 year old boy, with comments like, "Mark was totally stoked to be dating Jaime. She was definitely the hottest girl in school, and over the summer break, her boobs really started to develop." God... Why? In my theory class, I really have no idea what's going on. I might as well not be in class. In fact, sometimes I feel like I'm not. And when I do the reading for homework, sometimes I imagine I'm sandcrab in Tahiti. The only way I know that I am in fact in class is that strange people's names and foreign terms will pop into my head. Who the hell is Northrop Frye? And dasein?? Come on, what's that all about? That's definitely not English. It's pretty embarrassing, especially since my professor hinted that I might have ADD. Look, pal, just because I don't... Wait, what was I saying? Ugh, ridiculous. He's right. But, come on... Look at this:"It displays an iconoclastic briskness towards literary waffle, dropping each work into its appointed mythological slot with computerized efficiency, but blends this with the most Romantic of yearnings." Seriously, did you guys understand anything? It doesn't count if you teach literary theory!