the running jumping leap off the edge of academic sanity.
this morning I got a project back (journals/essays for my film class) with comments like "flat brilliant!" and "dazzling!" and "with your permission I'd like to make a copy of this to show the class what an A looks like!" and it filled me up with helium.
then this afternoon the rollercoaster ride was over (mixed metaphor! failure!) when I got a test back for a sociology class. a C. and I checked my midterm grade, and it's a fucking C-.
I was devastated last year when I got a B- in a class. I will fucking go on a shooting spree if I end up with this C-. and then standing amongst the wreckage and the dead, I will give myself an A+. an A+ for having put up with this shit for so long.
I won't bother explaining the details of why this is so unjust, but will simply say that this sociology wench is a horror among horrors and gave me a grade I flat-out didn't deserve because I did everything I was supposed to do, just in an English Major sort of way. we're not much for bulleted points and clear-cut themes except those that are delineated in long, priggish essays. whatever. it's my own damn fault for procrastinating on the fucking thing and doing a half-assed job. what gets me is the fact that any of my English professors would have given that test an A because it was well-written and WELL ARTICULATED IF YOU CARE ENOUGH TO READ THE WHOLE THING (though they never would have assigned such a miserable test anyway). oh, lord, deliver me from the social sciences, deliver me from nazi professors.
fuck! school! refrigerator! walls! everything else is ok though.
in an unrelated story, here is the best thing I have seen all day.
I want to snuggle him all the way to death.
this morning I got a project back (journals/essays for my film class) with comments like "flat brilliant!" and "dazzling!" and "with your permission I'd like to make a copy of this to show the class what an A looks like!" and it filled me up with helium.
then this afternoon the rollercoaster ride was over (mixed metaphor! failure!) when I got a test back for a sociology class. a C. and I checked my midterm grade, and it's a fucking C-.
I was devastated last year when I got a B- in a class. I will fucking go on a shooting spree if I end up with this C-. and then standing amongst the wreckage and the dead, I will give myself an A+. an A+ for having put up with this shit for so long.
I won't bother explaining the details of why this is so unjust, but will simply say that this sociology wench is a horror among horrors and gave me a grade I flat-out didn't deserve because I did everything I was supposed to do, just in an English Major sort of way. we're not much for bulleted points and clear-cut themes except those that are delineated in long, priggish essays. whatever. it's my own damn fault for procrastinating on the fucking thing and doing a half-assed job. what gets me is the fact that any of my English professors would have given that test an A because it was well-written and WELL ARTICULATED IF YOU CARE ENOUGH TO READ THE WHOLE THING (though they never would have assigned such a miserable test anyway). oh, lord, deliver me from the social sciences, deliver me from nazi professors.
fuck! school! refrigerator! walls! everything else is ok though.
in an unrelated story, here is the best thing I have seen all day.
I want to snuggle him all the way to death.
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I'm saving that picture.