So many exams... So little time.
I got only 3 hours (or so) of sleep last night, and I DON'T LIKE IT!!
I'm cranky, tired, drowsy, head hurts, and it ain't even like I'm done. Still got one more tomorrow morning.
Could this qualify as cruel and unusual punishment? Seriously, this has got to be illegal in some county somewhere.
I'm done. Gotta go study some more. Well.... I don't have to.
If I don't wanna flunk the exam, I should.
So I will.
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Saturday, October 6, 2012
Melodramatic Rant
I've been bad. This is NOT what's up.
I told myself I'd post something a few times per week. So far, not keeping up. I actually started a post about 2 weeks ago... Yes, I'm just now publishing it. **hangs head in shame** I know.
So, here's what I started ranting about before I got too sleepy to continue -
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It's been almost a week since my last post - no bueno. I shall NOT fall off the blogging wagon again, ever!! **echo: ever... ever... ever...**
This past week was really side-eye worthy for me - well, at least the latter part of it was. Thursday, I got to school so late I had to miss my first lecture. Then I get to my second class and encounter some bull.
[Background: We're required to submit a group project at the end of the semester. How did we choose our groups? Each of us was asked to do some minor research on countries with issues affecting children; we pitched our ideas in class, a survey was taken, and countries with more than one person willing to work on them were approved. There were two of us in my group, and right there and then, we drafted out a game plan - we each cover our topics (each of which would make up half of the project), consulting with each other whenever necessary, and eventually bring them together to form a whole.]
You caught up now? Great.
Waiting on the professor to come in... Homegirl (hereafter referred to as FBI) across the room asks, "Are you in my group?"
Me: No.
(Mumbling & discussion ensue between my groupmate - let's call her Harriet Tubman, shall we - and FBI.)
I overhear them say something along the lines of, "No, it's the one in the hat" referring to the chick sitting beside me.
At this point, I'm resolved to handle whatever schneikeys is brewing after class.
Fast forward to the end of lecture.
I wave Harriet over. She walks over to me with FBI.
FBI: So sorry - I meant to ask the other girl if she was in our group, not you.
Me: No problem.
Me: (to Harriet) How many people are in our group?
Harriet: Four.
Me: (perplexed, and very irritated) How so?
Harriet: Yeah, 'cause they weren't here the day we picked countries so they're joining our group.
crickets.
At this point, good people, I felt the need to go upside somebody head (yeah, somebody head. Got a problem?) **side eye**
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So, there ya go.
My post for today is recycled.
I oughta be 'shamed of myself, right? Meh, judge me.
I told myself I'd post something a few times per week. So far, not keeping up. I actually started a post about 2 weeks ago... Yes, I'm just now publishing it. **hangs head in shame** I know.
So, here's what I started ranting about before I got too sleepy to continue -
--------------------------
It's been almost a week since my last post - no bueno. I shall NOT fall off the blogging wagon again, ever!! **echo: ever... ever... ever...**
This past week was really side-eye worthy for me - well, at least the latter part of it was. Thursday, I got to school so late I had to miss my first lecture. Then I get to my second class and encounter some bull.
[Background: We're required to submit a group project at the end of the semester. How did we choose our groups? Each of us was asked to do some minor research on countries with issues affecting children; we pitched our ideas in class, a survey was taken, and countries with more than one person willing to work on them were approved. There were two of us in my group, and right there and then, we drafted out a game plan - we each cover our topics (each of which would make up half of the project), consulting with each other whenever necessary, and eventually bring them together to form a whole.]
You caught up now? Great.
Waiting on the professor to come in... Homegirl (hereafter referred to as FBI) across the room asks, "Are you in my group?"
Me: No.
(Mumbling & discussion ensue between my groupmate - let's call her Harriet Tubman, shall we - and FBI.)
I overhear them say something along the lines of, "No, it's the one in the hat" referring to the chick sitting beside me.
At this point, I'm resolved to handle whatever schneikeys is brewing after class.
Fast forward to the end of lecture.
I wave Harriet over. She walks over to me with FBI.
FBI: So sorry - I meant to ask the other girl if she was in our group, not you.
Me: No problem.
Me: (to Harriet) How many people are in our group?
Harriet: Four.
Me: (perplexed, and very irritated) How so?
Harriet: Yeah, 'cause they weren't here the day we picked countries so they're joining our group.
crickets.
At this point, good people, I felt the need to go upside somebody head (yeah, somebody head. Got a problem?) **side eye**
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So, there ya go.
My post for today is recycled.
I oughta be 'shamed of myself, right? Meh, judge me.
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