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ladymirthSo. I handed in one Art History assignment, did one Critical Thinking presentation which did not go anywhere near as badly as we anticipated, and did the unexpected CT final exam which turned out to be easy as pie.
(On another note, why is pie easy anyway? Or is that pi? But there's nothing easy about pi, because, "Hi, secondary school math". What about pie is easy? Baking it? Eating it? Its sexual procovilities? And most importantly, what kind of pie?)
However, things which are Up In The Air, include whether my Art History instructor will accept my second assignment handed in late if I beg and plead and grovel, and what the all-wise administration will decide to do about my Critical Thinking mid-semester grade. We did not have a mid-semester exam in my former instructor's class and I found out that my current instructor had given one which it is too late for me to take as well. Plus, he is the kind of brillant sonofabitch who refuses to take responsibility for the overall grading, or even helping me out a little in that department "because all this was purely an administrative decision and not (his) own".
Gee, thanks. I now believe that all Critical Thinking instructors take pre-requisite course on How To Fuck Your Students Over By Being An Asshole before they are hired into the faculty.
On another down note, due to the two-week combination of non-stop working, random bouts of going on the rampage and occasional histrionics, my room now resembles something between Bikini Atoll and Howling Bedlam. I can't believe I was complaining about it being too clean and neat a week ago. How do I even start cleaning this mess up?
But you know what caps it ALL? I'm DONE with Critical Thinking. This 12-week-long nightmare is fucking OVER, baby! Yeeehaaa!
And maybe now I can get around to telling you about my birthday party. Which was in JUNE. I have been putting off making a post about it until I acheived a state of mind that was not prone to nervous breakdowns.
Yes, I am on top of things, aren't I? *sigh*
*trashed room iz trashed*
(On another note, why is pie easy anyway? Or is that pi? But there's nothing easy about pi, because, "Hi, secondary school math". What about pie is easy? Baking it? Eating it? Its sexual procovilities? And most importantly, what kind of pie?)
However, things which are Up In The Air, include whether my Art History instructor will accept my second assignment handed in late if I beg and plead and grovel, and what the all-wise administration will decide to do about my Critical Thinking mid-semester grade. We did not have a mid-semester exam in my former instructor's class and I found out that my current instructor had given one which it is too late for me to take as well. Plus, he is the kind of brillant sonofabitch who refuses to take responsibility for the overall grading, or even helping me out a little in that department "because all this was purely an administrative decision and not (his) own".
Gee, thanks. I now believe that all Critical Thinking instructors take pre-requisite course on How To Fuck Your Students Over By Being An Asshole before they are hired into the faculty.
On another down note, due to the two-week combination of non-stop working, random bouts of going on the rampage and occasional histrionics, my room now resembles something between Bikini Atoll and Howling Bedlam. I can't believe I was complaining about it being too clean and neat a week ago. How do I even start cleaning this mess up?
But you know what caps it ALL? I'm DONE with Critical Thinking. This 12-week-long nightmare is fucking OVER, baby! Yeeehaaa!
And maybe now I can get around to telling you about my birthday party. Which was in JUNE. I have been putting off making a post about it until I acheived a state of mind that was not prone to nervous breakdowns.
Yes, I am on top of things, aren't I? *sigh*
*trashed room iz trashed*
