Livid and Murderous
So my final portfolio is/was due today. I had emailed my prof to tell her I had chicken pox, as i understood her email as long as i turned in my portfolio by today all was well. Well, all wasnt well. I spent the entirity of last night working out the bugs, only to arrive with everything in hand and be told i HAD to have turned in my drafts. I had them in hand. They were finished...but the psycho out of her tree bitch from hell said she wouldnt take them. The portfolio was on time, but she hadnt seen my rough drafts first.
There was a murderous gleem in my eye, so i think thats why she agreed to sign off and give me a W instead of an F.
Did i mention this is the same professor that lost 60% of her class in the first two weeks, and that of the remaining 40% only about half were still there before i was sick?...and then she pulls this shit on me. she isnt intelligent anough to walk my fucking non-existant dog or wipe my bloody ass, and yet she offers me a W.
I have an appointment with the deans assistant and my advisor on thursday. I wont be happy till she looses her job.
There was a murderous gleem in my eye, so i think thats why she agreed to sign off and give me a W instead of an F.
Did i mention this is the same professor that lost 60% of her class in the first two weeks, and that of the remaining 40% only about half were still there before i was sick?...and then she pulls this shit on me. she isnt intelligent anough to walk my fucking non-existant dog or wipe my bloody ass, and yet she offers me a W.
I have an appointment with the deans assistant and my advisor on thursday. I wont be happy till she looses her job.