*Megdy* Teachers Who Think They're Funny and Grandparents Who Think They're Dying
I had my US 101 final today, which officially ends that class (yippee!), two things of note from that class:
1. Student: I did all that homework, I swear to god!
Professor: (quietly)Whoa, don't need to swear to God.
Student: No, with a lowercase "g". Like one of those budhas.
2. This is what my teacher decided to do right when I started my final (read that, FINAL, as in REALLY IMPORTANT IF YOU FAIL THIS YOU FAIL THIS CLASS test):
"You nervous?"
My professor is leaning over my shoulder.
I stare.
"You are. I can see it in your eyes."
I laugh nervously.
"You know, you missed a lot of classes. Studying and the studyguide might not make up for that."
"Um..."
"And what if we said something in class that wasn't covered in the book? You wouldn't be able to answer the questions then."
"..."
"Yeah, you're nervous."
Professeur walks back to the front of the room. Smirking.
So yeah, real relaxed during *that* one.
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I got mail today, a Valentine's Day card from my grandparents. It had a $100 bond in it.
You'd think that was good right? Well, it is kinda, but there are only two reasons behind it when my grandparents send me so much money for minor holidays (or non-existant holidays, like last month's "Happy Kristen's Birthday!") And judging from recent conversations, this is looking like a case of motivation #2: They think they are dying, and therefore are determined to solidify their place in my memories with monetary donations.
Which is both insulting (being bought, not a complement) and mostly sad. Receiving $100 out of the blue just ruined my day.
That sounds weird.
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On another note, Mandy likes old ladies. Apparently all that stuff about Old Men in Spandex was only slightly off.
1. Student: I did all that homework, I swear to god!
Professor: (quietly)Whoa, don't need to swear to God.
Student: No, with a lowercase "g". Like one of those budhas.
2. This is what my teacher decided to do right when I started my final (read that, FINAL, as in REALLY IMPORTANT IF YOU FAIL THIS YOU FAIL THIS CLASS test):
"You nervous?"
My professor is leaning over my shoulder.
I stare.
"You are. I can see it in your eyes."
I laugh nervously.
"You know, you missed a lot of classes. Studying and the studyguide might not make up for that."
"Um..."
"And what if we said something in class that wasn't covered in the book? You wouldn't be able to answer the questions then."
"..."
"Yeah, you're nervous."
Professeur walks back to the front of the room. Smirking.
So yeah, real relaxed during *that* one.
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I got mail today, a Valentine's Day card from my grandparents. It had a $100 bond in it.
You'd think that was good right? Well, it is kinda, but there are only two reasons behind it when my grandparents send me so much money for minor holidays (or non-existant holidays, like last month's "Happy Kristen's Birthday!") And judging from recent conversations, this is looking like a case of motivation #2: They think they are dying, and therefore are determined to solidify their place in my memories with monetary donations.
Which is both insulting (being bought, not a complement) and mostly sad. Receiving $100 out of the blue just ruined my day.
That sounds weird.
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On another note, Mandy likes old ladies. Apparently all that stuff about Old Men in Spandex was only slightly off.