(This doesn't really seem to fit into any category elsewhere so I will put it here)
Hi, I am 19 and I have a few problems that'd I'd like some thoughts from a third party on. To summarise, I am in the 2nd year of Computer Science at a pretty decent university (top 20) and I absolutely hate my life and prospects for a number of reasons, the problem is that I cannot distinguish the prime factor in the suffering (although other issues aren't here since I am pretty sure they aren't the problem).
For a start, my grades are suffering because the entire marking process appears to be arbitrary and the lecturers don't teach. Now, I am not a retard (I actually talked to my advisor about this and It turns out that I got in the top 4% of the course last year, of 300 people, while almost never going to lectures due to the above problem last year), but I cannot understand what the lecturers are going on about, and nobody else I know really does either. As a result, I have noticed that at least 2/3s of the people on the course are gone (based on the drop in people in lectures) and have been told that it is closer to 80% (although, this is information from my friend who talked to one of the lecturers, whom he is friends with). I don't think it is the difficulty of the course, although some of the assessments seem overly difficult. For instance, when a guy with a masters degree in computational mathematics cannot figure out a 2nd-year algorithms introductory assessment I think there is an issue. As a result, in spite of programming and doing computers as a hobby for a few years before uni, I have lost all will to do it, and actually have a physical aversion to parts of it now. I do still have an interest in philosophy and history, however, and have the grades to go to a far better university for this.
However, that's not the only problem, my housemates are disgusting and, I think, mentally ill too. I know at least one has major depression (I imagine from the course), but the problem is that at least one has some bizarre attitudes towards women and sexuality in general. I will try not to be explicit, but I will tell a story here. The roommate in question uses "receptacles" for various fluids, and he used to clean them out in the bath. Once he emptied his "receptacles" into the bathtub without telling anyone and complained to me that the bath was clogged the next day. I asked my other housemate who uses the bath if it was him (since I knew it wasn't me) and he said it wasn't him (I trust the guy so you can probably see where this goes). So I go "Well, **** it", and loosen up around the bath ring. So I felt this weird cold yogurt like substance around the ring (I think you can guess what it was), and I immediately knew what it was. When I said to him that I had loosened it up and solved the problem he gave me the most horrified look I have seen in a while and moved about a foot away from me. I could have snapped the **** in two, I was so angry that I am surprised I didn't explode at him then. On top of that, the other housemates once almost ordered whores, and, as a Roman Catholic, I found that revolting. We ended up getting into a somewhat heated argument about that one in a spoons, because I tried in vain to explain that the satisfaction of a relationship with women comes from the love you can feel and the competency you express when chatting to them, not from, as they'd put it "Skipping the middleman of the bar and just giving her the money". I have no idea why I decided to live with these people (I found out about all this crazy **** after the tenancy agreement was already signed) and neither do my other friends, who are, thankfully, are normal and are on other courses.
As you can no doubt see, I am in a bit of a disgusting pickle, and I don't have any idea what to do, and what is the prime issue.
Help