this semester has it in for me
As a quasi philosopher and imbiber of pyschedelic plants, I don't place much stock in the concept time. So I guess the title's personification of a period of time is counter-intuitive to my personality.
But personality be damned, this semester wants to kill me, and I don't care how crazy that sounds.
Yesterday I got back an essay from my english professor. I failed it. For the first time I can remember I failed a writing assignment. Not only did I fail it, I flat out got no credit for it. I felt that my paper was sound, so I decided to confront the teacher on it.
Apparantly I was failed because the way I structured my evidence was for more complex than what he was asking for. Not that my material was irrelevant, not that it was pretentiously written, but it was fancier than he asked for.
I had intentionally done that hoping for a better grade.
Somebody shoot me now.
But personality be damned, this semester wants to kill me, and I don't care how crazy that sounds.
Yesterday I got back an essay from my english professor. I failed it. For the first time I can remember I failed a writing assignment. Not only did I fail it, I flat out got no credit for it. I felt that my paper was sound, so I decided to confront the teacher on it.
Apparantly I was failed because the way I structured my evidence was for more complex than what he was asking for. Not that my material was irrelevant, not that it was pretentiously written, but it was fancier than he asked for.
I had intentionally done that hoping for a better grade.
Somebody shoot me now.