The Crappiness of Mondays
First of all, Broomball last night almost killed me. I actually took a girl out without being penalized and somehow got like 4 bruises on my body. Must be from sliding and hitting the walls all the time. I also think I strained a muscle in the back of my leg and it kills to walk up the stairs today. Still, we're getting better I think.
My second to last class of the day from 2-4 was canceled today which was nice, but I didn't find this out until I walked over to the M&M and saw the signs. They couldn't have emailed us earlier saying that we didn't have class? I know it's not that far to walk and I could probably use the extra exercise, but still.
I'm sick again for like the fourth time this winter already. It's the kind of being sick that causes your nose to run like a frickin faucet, but only when you are stuck in a class without a tissue and are forced to use your hand or sleeve to keep your snot from dripping onto your notebook that you are trying to take notes on. I would rather be throwing up and stuff because at least that gets you out of class for a little while. I think God hates me...
Ok, lastly I think that the Physics department sucks. They force almost every freshman to take a crappy lab and then they offer crappy times for the crappy class. Needless to say I've had this crappy class from 7-9 both semesters. Then they force you to go to this crappy class with a bunch of other crappy people and are forced to do crappy experiments. I don't really care why tape is attracted to other tape one time and is repelled another time. I just don't give a damn. Ooh, static electricity. Exciting. That was cool when you were like 6 and you stuck balloons to the wall or your head, and rubbed your feet against the carpet and shocked people. Then while you are forced to do these crappy experiments, they give you crappy TA's that don't know what deodorant is, but ironically know what crappy cologne is. They speak crappy english and go around saying that you need to do the crappy experiment over again because you obviously don't know what you are doing because you don't understand what you're doing. How can I understand what I'm doing when I can't even understand what you're saying? If you're going to teach a class, you might as well learn the language that 99.9% of the students speak as a first language. I think I have 2 teachers that actually are from this country this semester, although one is named Jaszczak which obviously doesn't look like english, and the other teaches world cultures which is a poor excuse to "broaden our horizons" and teach us about other cultures. I. Do. Not. Care. I came up here because I knew that I wouldn't have to take a bunch of crappy pointless classes about other people and writing and crap. At least Mir Sadri can speak english understandably. I definitely don't think he's from this country, but he makes it at least halfway easy to understand him. He doesn't use words like vaible (variable) or eentigra (integral). I goss there's reely noting I can doo except deel wit it.
My second to last class of the day from 2-4 was canceled today which was nice, but I didn't find this out until I walked over to the M&M and saw the signs. They couldn't have emailed us earlier saying that we didn't have class? I know it's not that far to walk and I could probably use the extra exercise, but still.
I'm sick again for like the fourth time this winter already. It's the kind of being sick that causes your nose to run like a frickin faucet, but only when you are stuck in a class without a tissue and are forced to use your hand or sleeve to keep your snot from dripping onto your notebook that you are trying to take notes on. I would rather be throwing up and stuff because at least that gets you out of class for a little while. I think God hates me...
Ok, lastly I think that the Physics department sucks. They force almost every freshman to take a crappy lab and then they offer crappy times for the crappy class. Needless to say I've had this crappy class from 7-9 both semesters. Then they force you to go to this crappy class with a bunch of other crappy people and are forced to do crappy experiments. I don't really care why tape is attracted to other tape one time and is repelled another time. I just don't give a damn. Ooh, static electricity. Exciting. That was cool when you were like 6 and you stuck balloons to the wall or your head, and rubbed your feet against the carpet and shocked people. Then while you are forced to do these crappy experiments, they give you crappy TA's that don't know what deodorant is, but ironically know what crappy cologne is. They speak crappy english and go around saying that you need to do the crappy experiment over again because you obviously don't know what you are doing because you don't understand what you're doing. How can I understand what I'm doing when I can't even understand what you're saying? If you're going to teach a class, you might as well learn the language that 99.9% of the students speak as a first language. I think I have 2 teachers that actually are from this country this semester, although one is named Jaszczak which obviously doesn't look like english, and the other teaches world cultures which is a poor excuse to "broaden our horizons" and teach us about other cultures. I. Do. Not. Care. I came up here because I knew that I wouldn't have to take a bunch of crappy pointless classes about other people and writing and crap. At least Mir Sadri can speak english understandably. I definitely don't think he's from this country, but he makes it at least halfway easy to understand him. He doesn't use words like vaible (variable) or eentigra (integral). I goss there's reely noting I can doo except deel wit it.