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I just finished my last exam!
It was anthropology. I dunno why I took an anthropology course - it seemed like a good idea at the time? And I thought it would be waaaay more interesting than it was. Doesn't it SOUND interesting? Well, it's not. And the exam was kinda tough, in the sense that I did very little of the readings.
Point is, I'm done school till September! I'm done the scary first year! And I only kinda made a mess of it, and only when I had the legitimate excuse of being far too stressed out about finding a place to live and, you know, the upheaval of everything I took for granted and reconstruction of the same.
My anthropology prof was the one I've been complaining about, who keeps sending me the way-too-personal emails every week or so, trying to figure out why I went from ridiculously dedicated student at the beggining of the semester to slack ass by the end. As I handed her my exam, she gave me this deep concerned look and said "good luck", and I really just wanted to smack her, because come on! You're my prof, not my mommy, and I dare say I made it through the rest of the semester with at least a bit of grace and dignity intact.
It was anthropology. I dunno why I took an anthropology course - it seemed like a good idea at the time? And I thought it would be waaaay more interesting than it was. Doesn't it SOUND interesting? Well, it's not. And the exam was kinda tough, in the sense that I did very little of the readings.
Point is, I'm done school till September! I'm done the scary first year! And I only kinda made a mess of it, and only when I had the legitimate excuse of being far too stressed out about finding a place to live and, you know, the upheaval of everything I took for granted and reconstruction of the same.
My anthropology prof was the one I've been complaining about, who keeps sending me the way-too-personal emails every week or so, trying to figure out why I went from ridiculously dedicated student at the beggining of the semester to slack ass by the end. As I handed her my exam, she gave me this deep concerned look and said "good luck", and I really just wanted to smack her, because come on! You're my prof, not my mommy, and I dare say I made it through the rest of the semester with at least a bit of grace and dignity intact.