rants and observations
Calculus I Final:
1:00 p.m- If I don’t know it by now, I’m not going to. Leave for Anderson Hall.
1:15 p.m- Arrive at Anderson, wait for the exams to be passed out.
1:30 p.m- Exams passed out, but we must keep them closed until everyone gets one.
1:35 p.m- Open exam, Say to exam ‘BRING IT ON, BITCH’
2:00 p.m- ‘Work’ on problems, apologize for earlier ‘bitch’ comment in hopes the test will magically change to easier questions or disappear.
2:27 p.m- What sort of bagel shop wants to know the VOLUME of their bagels ?!?
3:00 p.m- If this test fucks up my chances for med school, I’ll do … something. At the moment, I’m too pissed to think of a concrete plan.
3:40 p.m- Hear eraser beg for mercy
3:53 p.m- Contemplate building time machine and beating Newton senseless.
4:03 p.m- Fuck Joe and his volume-rific bagel.
4:21 p.m- Fuck this shit, fill in remaining bubbles, and turn in exam.
4:22 p.m- Leave Anderson, run through entire repertoire of curse words, proclaim to no one in particular ‘I never want to see another calculus problem as long as I live, or help me God, someone is getting it, preferably Newton’.
Long story short: The difficulty of the test fell between the range of impossible and really, fucking impossible. It raped my brain. I’m disliking the whole concept of math with the fire of a thousand suns.
Things I don’t understand:
Why would anyone want dishes and other dining paraphernalia from UDS (University Dining Services)? I can understand swiping desserts and fruit. Okay, I don’t fully understand the fruit, because on more than one occasion I have taken a perfectly yellow banana only to find it brown and squishy on the inside. I don’t want to know how their fruit storage causes this to happen. But why would you take or even want dishes that close to a bazillion people have eaten off of. Not only that, but if UDS things are found in your room, you are subject to disciplinary action. I, for one, am not willing to risk my record and room over a plate. If your really hard up for dinnerware but are short on cash (like every undergrad in the universe), there’s a dollar store just off campus.
There is a girl on my floor who used to put old concert tickets on her door for decoration. I use the past tense because one of her tickets has gone missing, and she’s decided to punish everyone. She’s been playing her music really loud, which doesn’t bother me, but I know some people need complete and utter silence to study. She also put a note on her door wishing the person who took her ticket eternal damnation and/or a holiday mugging. Those are terrible things to wish on someone. First off, IT WAS A PIECE OF PAPER. If you were so emotionally attached to that particular piece of parchment, it shouldn’t have been in a place where it was in danger. Second off, What if the person who took it was a visitor, or someone from another floor? And you’re needlessly exposing yourself as a bitch to the rest of the floor. OR What if the tape your tacked it up with CRAPPED-OUT, and the ticket fell to the floor, and the janitor accidentally swept it up? Do you want ETERNAL DAMNATION for the janitor? As if the poor guy doesn’t get enough respect (that is another rant for another day, but I will have you ponder this: Which would have a greater impact, the CEO of a company doesn’t come in for a week or the janitor doesn’t come in for a week?), he may be getting damnation wishes from your ass. Look I know it sucks to get things stolen. Nobody’s going around saying “Golly gee, I hope I get me some personal effects stolen today, yes siree.” But honestly, one concert ticket?
I don’t get myself sometimes. I ALWAYS get pissy and emo-y at my violin lessons. I feel bad for the guy for having to endure my wrath. I always seem to act like I’m getting kicked in the stomach repeatedly. And sometimes I get the impression that he feels like he’s ruining my day. He’s not, I’m ruining my own day by getting pissed off at my hands and my brain and the lack of coordination between the two. And then I feel bad for the rest of the day because I made him feel bad. I love him, he’s adorable, he’s a really good teacher. Although I won’t always admit it, my playing has gotten loads better. I’m just so sucky at lessons. New Year’s Resolution: Less pissy violin lessons.
Ugh, my first two finals chewed me up and spit me out. I’m exhausted, luckily my last final isn’t until Monday night.
Quote du Jour: 'Suppose I said / I am on my best behavior / And there are times / I lose my worried mind'