Freaking hate these exams...
Seriously. I'm in an upper level university class, and she wants me to memorize FREAKING LISTS? I haven't done that since Freshman year! And the lists aren't even useful. I'd understand if they were absolute and helpful, but these just seem arbitrary. Six important qualities [please don't start venting in starbucks]? Really? I can think of others that are also important, but, because Madam Professor didn't deem them important enough to include them in the list, they don't matter. Just six things we do[billy may dominate really tall people]? What if I feel like grouping them a different way? What if my personal learning style, which is number 8 our of 8 possible learning styles [really messy lasagna never pleases really voracious vivian]?
And then there are the definitions. It doesn't matter what the words really mean. The only thing that she wants is for us to spit her modified definitions back at her. I always thought that diligence was working thoughtfully and carefully on whatever task is in front of a person, but apparently that definition isn't good enough.
Aaargh. Well, I'll just reward every thirty minutes of studying with thirty minutes of writing on my slashy Snow White story. It's especially fun right now, since Snow White is currently a seven year old boy. He's so cute, too.
And then there are the definitions. It doesn't matter what the words really mean. The only thing that she wants is for us to spit her modified definitions back at her. I always thought that diligence was working thoughtfully and carefully on whatever task is in front of a person, but apparently that definition isn't good enough.
Aaargh. Well, I'll just reward every thirty minutes of studying with thirty minutes of writing on my slashy Snow White story. It's especially fun right now, since Snow White is currently a seven year old boy. He's so cute, too.