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Sweet Nelly.
I have no life.
So. Those who know me are aware that I am known for my 'Ten minute Essays'. More specifically, when in a bind I can write a two-three page essay in ten minutes. And for some mysterious reason, I usually get an 'A'. This, is my specialty. It's also by some miracle, how I have survived college thus far.
However, recently I had to write a three-page essay about my family history for my art history in America class.
*blink*
Stupid? Perhaps... Regardless, I whipped this thing out in five minutes (I can't even remember writing the stupid thing). Handed said essay in to my professor whom was new, and thus, had never seen any of my work before. She took one look at it and went, "Sweet heaven's, this girl is retarded!" and gave it back to me with a "D."
*sob*.
Not only that, but she politely told me to write it over and then take it to James House, aka, 'The Jimmy Shack'. Okay, the Jimmy Shack is where you can go for tutoring, or help if you're just plain retarded.
So I spent the entire week running around and wailing, "MY PROFESSOR THINKS IM A SPED!!!" I'm sure this was very enjoyable, particularly to Nikki whom has the class with me, and in turn, had to listsen to me whine.
So I wrote the thing over. I spent time on this baby. And then, I had Nikki look at it. And then I called the Jimmy Shack. And, they didn't have time to help me. So, I took my new essay to my professor and said, "I couldn't get in." and she replied, "Keep your paper till you can. They need to look at it."
*steam*
So. I went. At eight at night, to the Jimmy Shack, where an older man named Mark first off, scoffed at the idea of the assignment. In the end, I was there 45 minutes watching him add comma's to my paper.
What a giant waste of my life.
In other news, I finished the cover for the comic. It took all day.
So, I am now going to go to bed, and think, "Is it spring break yet?"
<3 <3
I have no life.
So. Those who know me are aware that I am known for my 'Ten minute Essays'. More specifically, when in a bind I can write a two-three page essay in ten minutes. And for some mysterious reason, I usually get an 'A'. This, is my specialty. It's also by some miracle, how I have survived college thus far.
However, recently I had to write a three-page essay about my family history for my art history in America class.
*blink*
Stupid? Perhaps... Regardless, I whipped this thing out in five minutes (I can't even remember writing the stupid thing). Handed said essay in to my professor whom was new, and thus, had never seen any of my work before. She took one look at it and went, "Sweet heaven's, this girl is retarded!" and gave it back to me with a "D."
*sob*.
Not only that, but she politely told me to write it over and then take it to James House, aka, 'The Jimmy Shack'. Okay, the Jimmy Shack is where you can go for tutoring, or help if you're just plain retarded.
So I spent the entire week running around and wailing, "MY PROFESSOR THINKS IM A SPED!!!" I'm sure this was very enjoyable, particularly to Nikki whom has the class with me, and in turn, had to listsen to me whine.
So I wrote the thing over. I spent time on this baby. And then, I had Nikki look at it. And then I called the Jimmy Shack. And, they didn't have time to help me. So, I took my new essay to my professor and said, "I couldn't get in." and she replied, "Keep your paper till you can. They need to look at it."
*steam*
So. I went. At eight at night, to the Jimmy Shack, where an older man named Mark first off, scoffed at the idea of the assignment. In the end, I was there 45 minutes watching him add comma's to my paper.
What a giant waste of my life.
In other news, I finished the cover for the comic. It took all day.
So, I am now going to go to bed, and think, "Is it spring break yet?"
<3 <3