There’s something incredibly freeing about going “fuck it.” If there wasn’t, we wouldn’t have dozens of people making celebration videos of them quitting their jobs, something that is ostensibely really bad (you were getting screwed over so much you decided it’s better to not even have a source of income). Still, going “you know what? I don’t care” feels great, because it’s not your problem anymore. The problem is still there, sure, but you’ve gotten rid of the problem without getting really rid of the problem. It’s not just your problem.

Which is how I’m treating my uni submissions.

This degree has been a mistake. I’ve met nice people, I’ve had some good teachers, and I really am happy I ended up taking my game academia course, but everything else about this degree has been an unmitigated disaster. And now I’m about a month from being done with it forever, and about 24 hours from going to my last ever lesson on campus.

I have a submission due in about 2 hours, and a few more for tomorrow. I realized there’s no way I’m getting out something good in that time, especially when the entire process has drained me of any motivation I’ve had before.

And then it hit me.

“I’ll give up!”

I’m still gonna do the exercises, I don’t want to fail obviously, but I’m doing the absolute goddamn bare minimum. I am doing enough to pass and fuck else beyond that.

and after that? Fuck all of you, fuck every AI-laden course on these god forsaken grounds, and fffffffUCK the course director who has not played a game in over a decade. I hope all of your ACs stop working and that our only interactions are in passing.