Who in the holy mother of ass titties makes someone go to a project class for eight hours three times a week, THEN go back home to spend three more hours trying to figure out the project directors handwriting? Honestly, it's as if someone took a pen and smeared the ink all over the paper and proclaimed they were "notes."

Now I must create a massive email chain to try and decipher all of these hieroglyphics. Well only ten more weeks on this, and then an additional ten weeks doing my last internship. Then it's Seattle all day everyday.