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Taxonomy Tirade
So, a week ago or so the SMR class was informed that there would be a quiz the following Friday (yesterday) on fish biology and taxonomy. The class was told that the quiz would take half the period and be exactly the same format as the last 10 quizzes (first half biology second half sight recognition).
Of course, being in this class, I heard this terrible news and began studying immediately (I needed as much time as possible because I am completely inept at the whole memorizing thing). So, there I was, walking around school with a nice little bulge in my pants (the flashcards, of course) as I prayed that somehow the information would stick in my head for once. If a teacher paused in the lecture (or if the lecture was pointless to begin with) or the bulletin came on, I pulled out my faithful, yet useless, cards. If I happened to pass by one of the other three kids in SMR, I couldn’t help but search for their bulge (the flashcards). After a few fruitless elevator eye looks, I realized the truth: THEY MUST NOT BE STUDYING! But this is impossible! The quiz was less than a week away! (you may be wondering why these quizzes [understatement] take so much effort, if you are, you haven’t taken physics-H or chem.-H with mr.g) Anyways, how the fuck could these crazy girls be waiting so long to begin studying? “Oh well,” I thought, “maybe this is my big chance to break the curve!” (what a fool I was!). I went home every day after school and stared at a flashcard for an hour or so (yes, A flashcard, singular), I would make up little fake stories about why a fish was named a certain name (example: the blue rockfish was such a mysterious fish because of the warpaint like markings on it’s face, that the man named Sebastian who discovered him named him “Sebastes mystinus). I would then go on to the next flash card. But when I came back to the first one I would stare at “blue rockfish” and bits and pieces of the story would come back to me all jumbled up. I thought “Sebastian mysterious. . .no, wait. . .Sabasty M-something. . .(turn over). . . FUCK!” I could remember exactly what song I was listening to while studying the card, what position I was in, the helpful comments Matt made such as “Sam! Just relax and memorize them!”…but I couldn’t, for the life of me, remember what was on the back of that fucking card!
Along came Friday. Beautiful, glorious Friday! But with the end of the week, came the dreaded quiz! Well, I took that quiz and I think I probably got my usual “B” for my effort worthy of well over an A. To make matters worse, mr.g passed back the last quizzes, and made sure to emphasize Camie’s 61/61.
After class, i asked her how she managed such an impressive score, she kinda giggled and replied "i dont know, i didnt even start studying until Friday morning."
I wish mr.g would realize that its not apathy on my part, its just utter incompetence.
So, a week ago or so the SMR class was informed that there would be a quiz the following Friday (yesterday) on fish biology and taxonomy. The class was told that the quiz would take half the period and be exactly the same format as the last 10 quizzes (first half biology second half sight recognition).
Of course, being in this class, I heard this terrible news and began studying immediately (I needed as much time as possible because I am completely inept at the whole memorizing thing). So, there I was, walking around school with a nice little bulge in my pants (the flashcards, of course) as I prayed that somehow the information would stick in my head for once. If a teacher paused in the lecture (or if the lecture was pointless to begin with) or the bulletin came on, I pulled out my faithful, yet useless, cards. If I happened to pass by one of the other three kids in SMR, I couldn’t help but search for their bulge (the flashcards). After a few fruitless elevator eye looks, I realized the truth: THEY MUST NOT BE STUDYING! But this is impossible! The quiz was less than a week away! (you may be wondering why these quizzes [understatement] take so much effort, if you are, you haven’t taken physics-H or chem.-H with mr.g) Anyways, how the fuck could these crazy girls be waiting so long to begin studying? “Oh well,” I thought, “maybe this is my big chance to break the curve!” (what a fool I was!). I went home every day after school and stared at a flashcard for an hour or so (yes, A flashcard, singular), I would make up little fake stories about why a fish was named a certain name (example: the blue rockfish was such a mysterious fish because of the warpaint like markings on it’s face, that the man named Sebastian who discovered him named him “Sebastes mystinus). I would then go on to the next flash card. But when I came back to the first one I would stare at “blue rockfish” and bits and pieces of the story would come back to me all jumbled up. I thought “Sebastian mysterious. . .no, wait. . .Sabasty M-something. . .(turn over). . . FUCK!” I could remember exactly what song I was listening to while studying the card, what position I was in, the helpful comments Matt made such as “Sam! Just relax and memorize them!”…but I couldn’t, for the life of me, remember what was on the back of that fucking card!
Along came Friday. Beautiful, glorious Friday! But with the end of the week, came the dreaded quiz! Well, I took that quiz and I think I probably got my usual “B” for my effort worthy of well over an A. To make matters worse, mr.g passed back the last quizzes, and made sure to emphasize Camie’s 61/61.
After class, i asked her how she managed such an impressive score, she kinda giggled and replied "i dont know, i didnt even start studying until Friday morning."
I wish mr.g would realize that its not apathy on my part, its just utter incompetence.