A letter to the girl in psychology.
Dear You,
I realize that as a child your mother breast fed you too long and now you are in the permanent state of childhood, but you are in college now, time to grow up. You're other professors may have felt sorry for you but obviously our current Professor does not. It doesn't matter that EVERY single week you attend classes in tears because you left your summary 2 assignment at home. Guess what! You knew it was due which makes it your fault you don't have it. You mention every time the class meets that you'd like to drop the class, well to be quite honest, please do us all a favor and drop it. None of us care to spend 10 minutes each day waiting on you quit crying like a baby so we can move on the lecture. She does not feel sorry for you and your part that is annoyingly sitting on the side of your head. You are a college Junior and cannot handle a sophomore level class, what does that say about you? If you'd listen to her during class instead of texting on your phone and twirling your hair that needs new highlights, you'd better understand how to properly execute a well written summary. This isn't rocket science it just requires you to take the bottle out of your mouth, take the diaper off, and grow up.
Now that that's off my chest let us move on to my doctor's visit yesterday.
Well i've been having this pain in my chest that occurs normally after I eat. Sometimes it happens when I haven't eaten however, the majority of the time it happens after I eat. Well i've been complaining about it for an entire week, so mom and Kelso decide to persuade me to visit the doctor. Come to find out I either have stomach ulcers or gallbladder disease. Lucky me. So Friday I'm going home to get three test done, one of which includes drinking chalky junk. How Sick! I'm also on nexium now.
Well I need to go read my Learned Optimism book for extra credit.
Oh and my psych teacher wrote THANK YOU! in my workbook.
Day=Made