I am wagging TAFE again today. Its just so boring, its just sooooooooo boring. Even the web design class is boring and that's the only class I actually wanted. I will go next week and catch up with this week's lesson in the first ten minutes.

Today's afternoon class is the one where we are learning to apply for a job and write a resume. I am not going, even though I applied for a job during the week and I didn't get it, lol, I still don't think I need the help. Out of 135 applications I got in the nine that got interviewed and then the three that got second interviews, and I didn't want the bloody job anyway in the end, I was praying that I wouldn't get it. So I am not going to TAFE this afternoon to learn how to apply for a job.

I really want to quit TAFE, but I don't want to get a job. Well, I wouldn't mind but I don't particularly want to get a job. But I want Baden to keep going to preschool, and I can't send him to preschool and sit on my arse at home, even I am not that lazy!!!

I was really looking forward to this TAFE course but now I hate it. It's not because of me, I have done TAFE before and loved it, I got my Certificate with mostly distinctions last time. I love learning. It's the course. It's lame. The teachers are lame. The kids in the class are school leavers and they really need to learn all this stuff, but I don't, on account of being in the workforce for twenty years. So its boring.

So I don't know what to do now.

And we didn't get our assignment back on Monday from "that" class. And we had to ask FOUR times for the name of the little plastic connector things because the teacher wouldn't give us a little plastic connector thing till we asked for it by name. Because apparently he had mentioned it some time previously. So we stood there and did nothing. Had a couple of guesses, but since we didn't know the name of it we couldn't ask for it, and without it we couldn't make the cables work. So, one of the kids in my group finally nicked one off the desk and we kept working.

And then ten minutes later I realised that we STILL didn't know what the stupid plastic connector thing was called. So I asked again, and got told "Its an RJ45!!!" in a withering tone.

Far out. It takes four requests and twenty minutes to get the name of one small component. No wonder I didn't learn one new piece of information last semester.

And we were the last group to finish because of all that wasted wasted time.

He said he would give us our assignments back but then he forgot. And he wouldn't tell me if I had passed or not.