Shittery, pt. 2
So, some updates are in order.
Un: my US History II class was one person short of the minimum for it to make. So that fucked everything up for a whole of two hours (since add/drop ended two hours after I found out).
Deux: Because of GPA issues -- which amounted to me not being able to have the 3.20 minimum to transfer to UGA by the Spring, because of not having this easy-A class -- I managed to convince Mrs. Nancy (the science/math division secretary) to open up an extra slot in the Microbiology lecture and lab. This extends my out-and-about hours to around 8:30 on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays, but the other two days are over relatively early.
Trois: Because of deux, the entirety of my laziness and academic lackluster (even though I actually understand the material, but fail to refresh my memory before the test) finally came to the fore of my mind.
Quatre: I was unhappy with the B which I made in American Government this maymester, so I talked with Dr. Hassouna about it and convinced him to have it changed to an A. I had to debate with him about it for a bit, but he finally conceded. I think he just wanted to argue over something with me to see how well I'd stand up against him. Besides, he claims the only reason I made that grade was because I was late to class once by 5 minutes. And I had made all A's on the tests anyway, so I don't think he could have legitamately held up his decision if I had decided to appeal it through ABAC.
Cinq: My first paycheck from this lab assistant job should be ready for me to pick up tomorrow down in Tift Hall. That'll be swell. A whole $66, all for me. Oh well. It's not that intensive of a job. Spreading bacteria and setting up chem and bio labs. It's all good.
Six: Ok, funny story time.
There's this guy in my World Religions class. He sits in the front row, wears really really baggy shorts and apparently is comfortable sitting in very weird positions (well, they'd hurt me at least.. but then again he's half my size). So yesterday, Dr. Njoroge was going on about the basic foundations of most religions and he looks over to this guy and asks, "Hey, by any chance are you Jewish?" The guy replies, "Uh, no. Why?" To which the professor quickly retorts, "Well, I can see your penis, and you are clearly Jewish." Hahahaha. It was so hilarious, you just don't know.
Sept: Felicia has "tagged" me with a couple of surveys to complete. Am I going to do them? No. Why? Because I'm a badass motherfucking rebel like that.
Huit: It's been thunderstorming for the past three nights. Which has caused the humidity 'round these parts to be insanely high. Which in turn makes me not a very happy dude. I don't do well in heat, to say nothing of "wet heat" or whatev.
Neuf: Yeah, I don't know a neuf or a dix. Screw life.
Un: my US History II class was one person short of the minimum for it to make. So that fucked everything up for a whole of two hours (since add/drop ended two hours after I found out).
Deux: Because of GPA issues -- which amounted to me not being able to have the 3.20 minimum to transfer to UGA by the Spring, because of not having this easy-A class -- I managed to convince Mrs. Nancy (the science/math division secretary) to open up an extra slot in the Microbiology lecture and lab. This extends my out-and-about hours to around 8:30 on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays, but the other two days are over relatively early.
Trois: Because of deux, the entirety of my laziness and academic lackluster (even though I actually understand the material, but fail to refresh my memory before the test) finally came to the fore of my mind.
Quatre: I was unhappy with the B which I made in American Government this maymester, so I talked with Dr. Hassouna about it and convinced him to have it changed to an A. I had to debate with him about it for a bit, but he finally conceded. I think he just wanted to argue over something with me to see how well I'd stand up against him. Besides, he claims the only reason I made that grade was because I was late to class once by 5 minutes. And I had made all A's on the tests anyway, so I don't think he could have legitamately held up his decision if I had decided to appeal it through ABAC.
Cinq: My first paycheck from this lab assistant job should be ready for me to pick up tomorrow down in Tift Hall. That'll be swell. A whole $66, all for me. Oh well. It's not that intensive of a job. Spreading bacteria and setting up chem and bio labs. It's all good.
Six: Ok, funny story time.
There's this guy in my World Religions class. He sits in the front row, wears really really baggy shorts and apparently is comfortable sitting in very weird positions (well, they'd hurt me at least.. but then again he's half my size). So yesterday, Dr. Njoroge was going on about the basic foundations of most religions and he looks over to this guy and asks, "Hey, by any chance are you Jewish?" The guy replies, "Uh, no. Why?" To which the professor quickly retorts, "Well, I can see your penis, and you are clearly Jewish." Hahahaha. It was so hilarious, you just don't know.
Sept: Felicia has "tagged" me with a couple of surveys to complete. Am I going to do them? No. Why? Because I'm a badass motherfucking rebel like that.
Huit: It's been thunderstorming for the past three nights. Which has caused the humidity 'round these parts to be insanely high. Which in turn makes me not a very happy dude. I don't do well in heat, to say nothing of "wet heat" or whatev.
Neuf: Yeah, I don't know a neuf or a dix. Screw life.