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Ok, so I'm trying to get this paper accepted for my english class, right? I'd already turned in two differant versions of it, and I went to English class yesterday to find out if it had been accepted, and if I could take the C test.
First of all, the professor didn't even show up to class. I waited half an hour, then went to find him in his office, where he was on the phone, laughing it up with some friend of his. Once he finally decides to put the phone down and notice that I'm there, this conversation happens.
Him: Why didn't you fix what I asked you to in your paper?
Me: ... I did. You told me to fix the language paragraph. I fixed it.
Him: What about the other things I marked?
Me: ... You never showed me anything you'd marked. You called me which is creepy in and of itself and told me to fix the language paragraph.
Him: Well see, I marked several things on your paper *shows me marked up paper* and you didn't fix them.
Me: ... That's because you never SHOWED me this. You called me LAST NIGHT and said to fix the language paragraph, that was ALL.
Him: Well I don't understand why you're not preforming well in my class. You're not getting things done. Are you taking too many classes? That's probably it.
Me: *staring at him in complete disbelief* You... are a moron. I hate you. Yeah, sir, that's probably it. Sure.
What the holy fuck? This man is a PROFESSOR. He's the HEAD of the english department. He WROTE the book we're using for his class. He's the reason I'm probably going to fail his shitty class.
So you know what? Fuck you, Joe Lostraco. If I do fail, I'm going to make sure my mother (who is the only person I care about dissapointing) knows that it is entirely your fault. And she will decend upon you like a demon from hell.
Is it kinda pathetic that I'm threatening him with my mother? It is, isn't it.
Meh.
Whatever, the man's got a few too many pinecones up his ass.
In other news, Ray has confermed that I acted like a collosal dork when I was first crushing on him in class. Apparently he thought I might have liked him, because when I was sitting behind him, I kept "accadentally" poking him in the back. *facepalm* HOLY CRAP HE WAS ON TO ME. I was also sending him really mixed signals when he did first start talking to me. All in all, I'm amazed he asked me out at all. Nerdius maximus = me. I can't help it if my ideas of what to do when you like a guy haven't changed much since 7th grade. He's lucky I didn't get some friend to ask him if he "LIKE liked" me, or send him a note with "Do you like me? Circle YES or NO" on it. Dear lord.
I want break to start NOW. I am so over school.
Carly*
First of all, the professor didn't even show up to class. I waited half an hour, then went to find him in his office, where he was on the phone, laughing it up with some friend of his. Once he finally decides to put the phone down and notice that I'm there, this conversation happens.
Him: Why didn't you fix what I asked you to in your paper?
Me: ... I did. You told me to fix the language paragraph. I fixed it.
Him: What about the other things I marked?
Me: ... You never showed me anything you'd marked. You called me which is creepy in and of itself and told me to fix the language paragraph.
Him: Well see, I marked several things on your paper *shows me marked up paper* and you didn't fix them.
Me: ... That's because you never SHOWED me this. You called me LAST NIGHT and said to fix the language paragraph, that was ALL.
Him: Well I don't understand why you're not preforming well in my class. You're not getting things done. Are you taking too many classes? That's probably it.
Me: *staring at him in complete disbelief* You... are a moron. I hate you. Yeah, sir, that's probably it. Sure.
What the holy fuck? This man is a PROFESSOR. He's the HEAD of the english department. He WROTE the book we're using for his class. He's the reason I'm probably going to fail his shitty class.
So you know what? Fuck you, Joe Lostraco. If I do fail, I'm going to make sure my mother (who is the only person I care about dissapointing) knows that it is entirely your fault. And she will decend upon you like a demon from hell.
Is it kinda pathetic that I'm threatening him with my mother? It is, isn't it.
Meh.
Whatever, the man's got a few too many pinecones up his ass.
In other news, Ray has confermed that I acted like a collosal dork when I was first crushing on him in class. Apparently he thought I might have liked him, because when I was sitting behind him, I kept "accadentally" poking him in the back. *facepalm* HOLY CRAP HE WAS ON TO ME. I was also sending him really mixed signals when he did first start talking to me. All in all, I'm amazed he asked me out at all. Nerdius maximus = me. I can't help it if my ideas of what to do when you like a guy haven't changed much since 7th grade. He's lucky I didn't get some friend to ask him if he "LIKE liked" me, or send him a note with "Do you like me? Circle YES or NO" on it. Dear lord.
I want break to start NOW. I am so over school.
Carly*