Herbsman.
Nah Lotion, Pet, Nor Powder.
I actually quit not once but TWICE. Photography I did because I was foolish and thought that I could do it just because I love the practical side of photography. But I failed all the theory, the essays on film and media and photographers, and all that bollocks, you know, the stuff that you don't actually need to know to be able to take a good photo, but taking a good photo's not what it's all about is it, but me being young and naive I didn't know that. So anyway I dropped out of that after less than a year, and did environmental science the next september. It was going well and I was easily getting A's in all of my essays (well I say 'easily'... I did plenty of work on these essays and spent hours reading books and selecting references etc. but they didn't feel 'hard' to write because I enjoyed writing them) but the course was very shit at times, and consisted of colouring in maps with crayons, and 'lectures' which basically involved recieving a few pages which contained all of the slides which the lecturer was about to project on the whiteboard. The lecturer would then read each slide to us over the next 90 minutes or so. How is that a 'lecture'? They could have just given us the fucking pages and let us read them ourselves at home FFS! That was a contributing factor, as well as money, and other stuff, at the end of the day I think I just need to work. I need the routine man, the discipline and the almost immediate reward of cold hard cash at the end of the month
Then my uni got to grips with the internet and started sticking powerpoints (ahah) up on webct so I could just download that rather than attend.
I wish I was middle class and white