FML.
Time for a little self-pity/self-loathing.
I'm an idiot first and foremost. This upcoming week was suppose to be insanely stressful and intense because of my work load... I had three big assignments due... and already I've fucked up.
My blog for Creative Writing for New Media (the easiest of my big assignments) was due on March 12th... I assumed it was due March 17th. I had set up a schedule for myself so that I could comfortably pace myself for my blog entries... and it was all set up so I'd have the right number of entries for the big turn-in day.
Now, having misunderstood my own handwriting would have been an honest enough mistake for which the teacher may have been willing to overlook the two day late penalty... but the due date was repeatedly mentioned in class, it was on the website... And I just never really HEARD it, or had any reason to pay attention to it, I believed 100% that I had it down right.
Maybe if I had bothered going to class on Thursday (I didn't because I was sick and colds are always worse in the morning and it was a 9:30 class) I may have heard that it was due by 5 pm that day and skipped at least my last class for that day (which was completely non-essential) so I could get the correct number of entries and turn it in on time. But I didn't.
The teacher sent me an email that essentially said "Um... hi, yeah it's still due, and I've already had to dock you 10 points".
The blog is worth 35% of my grade in that class.
*bangs head repeatedly on desk*
Now even if I scored perfectly on it I couldn't get anything higher than a B, which still isn't THAT bad I suppose, but it just seems like such a stupid way to have screwed up.
And Rachel's being a complete and utter bitch again, but this time there is no reason, she's just ignoring me unless I make her talk to me. Her friend is gone, but I'm pissed as hell.
I've got so much more against her than she could possibly have against me.
And with 3 weeks left of class, all I can do now is just hope I can hold it all in and wait until we both move out to send her that message I've been writing in my head since the start of term 2.
Fuck my life.
I'm an idiot first and foremost. This upcoming week was suppose to be insanely stressful and intense because of my work load... I had three big assignments due... and already I've fucked up.
My blog for Creative Writing for New Media (the easiest of my big assignments) was due on March 12th... I assumed it was due March 17th. I had set up a schedule for myself so that I could comfortably pace myself for my blog entries... and it was all set up so I'd have the right number of entries for the big turn-in day.
Now, having misunderstood my own handwriting would have been an honest enough mistake for which the teacher may have been willing to overlook the two day late penalty... but the due date was repeatedly mentioned in class, it was on the website... And I just never really HEARD it, or had any reason to pay attention to it, I believed 100% that I had it down right.
Maybe if I had bothered going to class on Thursday (I didn't because I was sick and colds are always worse in the morning and it was a 9:30 class) I may have heard that it was due by 5 pm that day and skipped at least my last class for that day (which was completely non-essential) so I could get the correct number of entries and turn it in on time. But I didn't.
The teacher sent me an email that essentially said "Um... hi, yeah it's still due, and I've already had to dock you 10 points".
The blog is worth 35% of my grade in that class.
*bangs head repeatedly on desk*
Now even if I scored perfectly on it I couldn't get anything higher than a B, which still isn't THAT bad I suppose, but it just seems like such a stupid way to have screwed up.
And Rachel's being a complete and utter bitch again, but this time there is no reason, she's just ignoring me unless I make her talk to me. Her friend is gone, but I'm pissed as hell.
I've got so much more against her than she could possibly have against me.
And with 3 weeks left of class, all I can do now is just hope I can hold it all in and wait until we both move out to send her that message I've been writing in my head since the start of term 2.
Fuck my life.