Why I'm through with finals.
I haven't updated much. Here's what you've missed since the last edition of the BDLJP..
That chick i liked? she said she didn't want a boyfriend, you have to love that situation you know how that works..i'm not feeling her much anymore.
I have a new interest and one not-so new one. Don't think i need to elaborate, both of them are pretty damn attractive tho...so it's fun.
Hangover started. I don't know what's the deal with this year, but it's not the same. It's like the first woodstock, and this is woodstock '94. I'm not feeling it the same.
THEY FREED PIMP C! YAY!
Richard Pryor died. I've been kind of down about it. i'm happy he isn't suffering anymore.
Ok, let's get back to now.
My Modern and Post-Modern Culture class is one of THOSE classes. Compton's a weird teacher. Period.
Here was my final this evening. 4 Parts. try to keep up.
1. There were random words written all over the board, with a video of random stock footage(everything from people walking to the '99 VMA's with Diana Ross grabbing Lil' Kim's titty.) and a projecter showing slides(everything from naked people to the WTC on fire) He then says..good luck, i'm now of no use to you.
.....
....
That's it.
Other 3 parts.
2: He put music on..RANDOM songs..
Yes, that awas it.
3: He puts this mad lib on the board and tells us to complete it.
i am a ADJECTIVE ADVERB NOUN who VERB.
At this point, i'm the maddest i've been in a good year-2 years.
4. He splits us into groups(we were still working on #1) and assigns these topics.
a: name 20 creative people
b: name 50 creative ideas
c: name 100 creative things.
I've never been angrier in my life. I'm appealing the grade, no matter what. I'm now signing off..i hope everyone else's finals go well..i'm now longing for HOMEWOOD, to let you know how much of a struggle this is. But, i'm still smiling..they can't take that from me...For the BDLJP, i'm Ernest Wilkins.
That chick i liked? she said she didn't want a boyfriend, you have to love that situation you know how that works..i'm not feeling her much anymore.
I have a new interest and one not-so new one. Don't think i need to elaborate, both of them are pretty damn attractive tho...so it's fun.
Hangover started. I don't know what's the deal with this year, but it's not the same. It's like the first woodstock, and this is woodstock '94. I'm not feeling it the same.
THEY FREED PIMP C! YAY!
Richard Pryor died. I've been kind of down about it. i'm happy he isn't suffering anymore.
Ok, let's get back to now.
My Modern and Post-Modern Culture class is one of THOSE classes. Compton's a weird teacher. Period.
Here was my final this evening. 4 Parts. try to keep up.
1. There were random words written all over the board, with a video of random stock footage(everything from people walking to the '99 VMA's with Diana Ross grabbing Lil' Kim's titty.) and a projecter showing slides(everything from naked people to the WTC on fire) He then says..good luck, i'm now of no use to you.
.....
....
That's it.
Other 3 parts.
2: He put music on..RANDOM songs..
Yes, that awas it.
3: He puts this mad lib on the board and tells us to complete it.
i am a ADJECTIVE ADVERB NOUN who VERB.
At this point, i'm the maddest i've been in a good year-2 years.
4. He splits us into groups(we were still working on #1) and assigns these topics.
a: name 20 creative people
b: name 50 creative ideas
c: name 100 creative things.
I've never been angrier in my life. I'm appealing the grade, no matter what. I'm now signing off..i hope everyone else's finals go well..i'm now longing for HOMEWOOD, to let you know how much of a struggle this is. But, i'm still smiling..they can't take that from me...For the BDLJP, i'm Ernest Wilkins.