The exams that count occur every day
Went to my classes today.
8:00 AM - Arrived alive at my US History class, the only class with an attendance policy. A strict one. The professor says caffeine is required for the class, haha. Otherwise it seems like a decent class, for history.
9:15 AM - Upstairs to my Precalculus class. This one rocks. No attendance policy, all quizzes are take home, all tests are open note, open book. If you want to get a better grade on anything, you can simply take it home and correct it. No bullshit homework assignments. I love it.
11:00 AM - Dead tired, and upstairs even more. The World Criminal Justice class is lecture style. The professor wrote the text for the class. Of course, he wants us to read and absorb every page of his words, then write essays on them, which are our exams. And we can't just write these essays on regular paper, oh no. We have to buy blue books. Those of you who haven't encountered blue books, they're just blue sheets of printer paper stapled together with a University seal on the front, which makes them cost way more than is reasonable, considering a half hour of arts and crafts time at home could produce the exact same product. Oh, and his T.A. is a real piece of trailer trash. Probably a bulldyke too.
1:00 PM - In and out of consciousness, I walk into my room, stepping right over the note slipped under the doorway. Later I saw it and opened it up to find that I have to make an appointment in less than 2 days with the head of the Village to discuss the drug charges. So, tomorrow at 4 PM I'll be begging for mercy. Disgusting.
Tomorrow I have US Government and Arabic class to look forward to. I don't want to do anything, I just want to sit here and convince myself that it's not a big deal and that deep down I'm a good kid. But if my gleaming academic and criminal records can't paint the right picture, I'm not even sure I want to be going to college. I can do all the right things and the minute I even consider letting loose they want to jump down my throat about it. It's not enough that they left me to mentally deal with this. It's not enough that they've let me squirm for 3 days now. It's not enough that my HOPE grant may die in the process, no matter the outcome. Now I have to look forward to waking up at 5:00 AM in order to fight morning commute into the city in time for my 8:00 class. Now I have to look forward to a middle-aged black lady explaining to me how I'm a danger to the dorm community. I get to hear her chastise my education decisions while she continues her bland 9 to 5 like it's a big fucking achievement. Like I should be glad that I still have the opportunity to get where she is. Sorry, I'd rather have an hour of criminal fun than an entire lifetime of office work.
We began the quest for a new story: our own.
8:00 AM - Arrived alive at my US History class, the only class with an attendance policy. A strict one. The professor says caffeine is required for the class, haha. Otherwise it seems like a decent class, for history.
9:15 AM - Upstairs to my Precalculus class. This one rocks. No attendance policy, all quizzes are take home, all tests are open note, open book. If you want to get a better grade on anything, you can simply take it home and correct it. No bullshit homework assignments. I love it.
11:00 AM - Dead tired, and upstairs even more. The World Criminal Justice class is lecture style. The professor wrote the text for the class. Of course, he wants us to read and absorb every page of his words, then write essays on them, which are our exams. And we can't just write these essays on regular paper, oh no. We have to buy blue books. Those of you who haven't encountered blue books, they're just blue sheets of printer paper stapled together with a University seal on the front, which makes them cost way more than is reasonable, considering a half hour of arts and crafts time at home could produce the exact same product. Oh, and his T.A. is a real piece of trailer trash. Probably a bulldyke too.
1:00 PM - In and out of consciousness, I walk into my room, stepping right over the note slipped under the doorway. Later I saw it and opened it up to find that I have to make an appointment in less than 2 days with the head of the Village to discuss the drug charges. So, tomorrow at 4 PM I'll be begging for mercy. Disgusting.
Tomorrow I have US Government and Arabic class to look forward to. I don't want to do anything, I just want to sit here and convince myself that it's not a big deal and that deep down I'm a good kid. But if my gleaming academic and criminal records can't paint the right picture, I'm not even sure I want to be going to college. I can do all the right things and the minute I even consider letting loose they want to jump down my throat about it. It's not enough that they left me to mentally deal with this. It's not enough that they've let me squirm for 3 days now. It's not enough that my HOPE grant may die in the process, no matter the outcome. Now I have to look forward to waking up at 5:00 AM in order to fight morning commute into the city in time for my 8:00 class. Now I have to look forward to a middle-aged black lady explaining to me how I'm a danger to the dorm community. I get to hear her chastise my education decisions while she continues her bland 9 to 5 like it's a big fucking achievement. Like I should be glad that I still have the opportunity to get where she is. Sorry, I'd rather have an hour of criminal fun than an entire lifetime of office work.
We began the quest for a new story: our own.