The smell of fear

It's crunch time in college at the moment. Every time I blink I have some grinning lecturer delightedly announcing the onset of another project. Grinning they stand napoleon like pointing at the projector screen at the words PROJECT: DUE DATE: DOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!! etc. On top of it all we have a thesis to hand in at the end of March. It's tough and the work load is heavy but hey it's doable and if your organized the pressure level are low. Yet the smell of fear, literally, emanating from some sections of my class is over powering. On top of that they(not all) have become the biggest bunch of moaning, whinging gee bags I have ever come across. I even heard one poor distraught soul ask why the hell we were doing a thesis!! I mean a thesis! in a masters! Who has ever heard such crazy madness. Plus our class rep, soon to be sold in to slavery, has decided in his wisdom(he is 23) that he is in fact a member of faculty and rather than being nothing more than a large and may I add rotund carrier pigeon. He has started promoting his own agenda to our course head. He volunteered. I mean what the hell were we thinking. The minute he volunteered for the position we should have tied him up, put duct tap on his mouth and made him run through a mine field and started gambling on the out come. Maybe its my age but I am astounded at the level of politics that has started to bubble to the surface in the class. I do find it entertaining to be honest but its starting to get to a Lord of the flies level and we all know what happened to poor piggy. I for one will stand aside and watch the unfolding drama and when poor piggys time comes I shall offer some sage advice to him. "Never rub another mans rhubarb"