school
school's a BITCH. 3 papers in the next 2 weeks. I can do it, though. As long as I actually try. I've been taking a hiatus from anything related to school besides showing up. Only 3 weeks or so left, then finals.
I took my Current Debate about Sexuality midterm today. My professor told us to bring a small blue book, because that's all we should need. I get there this morning, and there's 3 sections of essay questions. Do all of the first section (4 questions), choose 4 from the second section, and 3 from the last section. Needless to say I filled up the damn thing, and had to go buy another one in the middle of class. Fucking ass. Wouldn't let me just use a separate piece of paper and staple to my book.
Second class, my teacher made me feel like I was about 1 year old. I hate it. Every time anybody asks a question that she may have slightly gone over, or shows confusion in the least she attacks them like they're freakin idiots. She handed back the midterms, and asked what section each person was in so we could all grade eachother's papers. She asked who was in section 1, and I raised my hand because I could have sworn I was, and she said, "You're in the second section...I remember, don't talk anymore, you're confused." WHAT THE FUCK. bitch.
Ahh...so I'm finally home and have a chance to relax. We're gonna leave in a little bit to pick up Erica from work and go check out her new house! Then later tonight, poker game.
I wish I didn't have to work all day on Saturdays. I could get a lot more work done.
P.S. I say that as if I don't have all the free time a person my age could ask for. I only go to school 2 days a week. I shouldn't have a problem figuring homework into my schedule. I wish writing papers was just as fun as baking. I'd be writing one practically every night.
P.P.S. I made some butterscoth brownies last night. Thanks to Lauren, was able to experiment and add almonds and chocolate chips to another batch. OMG fucking delicious. I wanna SELL em. What if I totally revamped my goals and decided my goal was to own a bakery? It's a thought...more like a pipe dream.
I took my Current Debate about Sexuality midterm today. My professor told us to bring a small blue book, because that's all we should need. I get there this morning, and there's 3 sections of essay questions. Do all of the first section (4 questions), choose 4 from the second section, and 3 from the last section. Needless to say I filled up the damn thing, and had to go buy another one in the middle of class. Fucking ass. Wouldn't let me just use a separate piece of paper and staple to my book.
Second class, my teacher made me feel like I was about 1 year old. I hate it. Every time anybody asks a question that she may have slightly gone over, or shows confusion in the least she attacks them like they're freakin idiots. She handed back the midterms, and asked what section each person was in so we could all grade eachother's papers. She asked who was in section 1, and I raised my hand because I could have sworn I was, and she said, "You're in the second section...I remember, don't talk anymore, you're confused." WHAT THE FUCK. bitch.
Ahh...so I'm finally home and have a chance to relax. We're gonna leave in a little bit to pick up Erica from work and go check out her new house! Then later tonight, poker game.
I wish I didn't have to work all day on Saturdays. I could get a lot more work done.
P.S. I say that as if I don't have all the free time a person my age could ask for. I only go to school 2 days a week. I shouldn't have a problem figuring homework into my schedule. I wish writing papers was just as fun as baking. I'd be writing one practically every night.
P.P.S. I made some butterscoth brownies last night. Thanks to Lauren, was able to experiment and add almonds and chocolate chips to another batch. OMG fucking delicious. I wanna SELL em. What if I totally revamped my goals and decided my goal was to own a bakery? It's a thought...more like a pipe dream.