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So grad school sucks, I'm under the impression that the very purpose of grad school is to make me feel unprepared and stupid, but it's cool I guess that's sort of normal for me anyway.
So now onto a mini rant.
Because as of tonight I feel better and no longer feel like the most idiotic person in my class. Why you ask? Because I just finished doing the good old Marie butchering job on a paper that a person in one of my groups wrote. You see I'm in a group where we have a reaction paper due every week with a five page minimum, easy enough. So my group decided that each week one person would write the paper and the others would proof it. Last week's paper was great and hardly required any correction. But this week's paper... yeah wow. I don't insult people that much (at least not in a serious way) but it was probably written at a freshman level, which is sad for a graduate level class. It took me a few hours to actually go over it as I couldn't figure out what the main point of the paper was, since the introduction, body of the paper, and conclusion all discussed totally different things. Heck there was even a hypothesis in there, well it was labeled as one but I couldn't find it...yeah. Unfortunately I couldn't get in touch with any of the other group members, so I had to send my corrections to the writer alone. Perhaps I'll be the devil's advocate here, but since it's my grade too I guess I can accept having to be mean.
**End mini-rant**
My life isn't exciting, I study, avoid studying, workout, and eat. Yup...that's my life. Very adventurous and the like. Sleeping is a random, unknown thing to me once again as I tend to wake up numerous times at night, but it's all right since I know where the coffee pot is and could probably find it and use it in the dark. I've gone back to drinking about a pot a day plus a few Vault zeros for extra kick. My love for caffeine is truly an amazing thing. I got a terrible combination from my parents, my dad drinks a pot or more a day of weak to medium coffee, while my mom doesn't drink much but loves super strong coffee. So as being their child, I love to drink a pot a day (sometimes more) of coffee that's so strong my dad would water it down and Keith would put sugar in his to cut it, it's lovely.
Unfortunately I really don't have much to talk about, unless of course I feel like boring people to tears (think I already did that though). Hope that everyone has a great week.
So now onto a mini rant.
Because as of tonight I feel better and no longer feel like the most idiotic person in my class. Why you ask? Because I just finished doing the good old Marie butchering job on a paper that a person in one of my groups wrote. You see I'm in a group where we have a reaction paper due every week with a five page minimum, easy enough. So my group decided that each week one person would write the paper and the others would proof it. Last week's paper was great and hardly required any correction. But this week's paper... yeah wow. I don't insult people that much (at least not in a serious way) but it was probably written at a freshman level, which is sad for a graduate level class. It took me a few hours to actually go over it as I couldn't figure out what the main point of the paper was, since the introduction, body of the paper, and conclusion all discussed totally different things. Heck there was even a hypothesis in there, well it was labeled as one but I couldn't find it...yeah. Unfortunately I couldn't get in touch with any of the other group members, so I had to send my corrections to the writer alone. Perhaps I'll be the devil's advocate here, but since it's my grade too I guess I can accept having to be mean.
**End mini-rant**
My life isn't exciting, I study, avoid studying, workout, and eat. Yup...that's my life. Very adventurous and the like. Sleeping is a random, unknown thing to me once again as I tend to wake up numerous times at night, but it's all right since I know where the coffee pot is and could probably find it and use it in the dark. I've gone back to drinking about a pot a day plus a few Vault zeros for extra kick. My love for caffeine is truly an amazing thing. I got a terrible combination from my parents, my dad drinks a pot or more a day of weak to medium coffee, while my mom doesn't drink much but loves super strong coffee. So as being their child, I love to drink a pot a day (sometimes more) of coffee that's so strong my dad would water it down and Keith would put sugar in his to cut it, it's lovely.
Unfortunately I really don't have much to talk about, unless of course I feel like boring people to tears (think I already did that though). Hope that everyone has a great week.