I'm thirsty and I blame you.
So today was a good day.
Went into my 12:30 class at a little before 1:30 (I was exempted from the first hour coz I went to the professor's discussion of the same material for a campus interview last week) to take a multiple choice literature test. I never quite got how a test on literature could be MC but okay whatever. I went in frighteningly confident considering all I did was look my notes over 2 or 3 times, didn't even go back into the texts, and the last MC test we had I did less than (self-)satisfactory on. Well, it was such a breeze. I only was confused with one question. It was about the correlation b/w the manuscript and illustrations in Blake's "America: A Prophecy". I was like "It could be B or C!" and it drove me bonkers because both were a "best" answer. So I chose C because it most closely fit my view (that they have almost no correlation). Well, we go over the answers, and she says, "It can be B or C," and I was like "I'ma kill you bitch!" So that was my only problem really, until she gets to the last question. I know the answer is A. The question was about what the primary purpose of Helen Maria Williams' work ("Letters from France) was. A: Provide an immediate, first-hand account of the French Revolution; B: Something about fraternity through politics; C: something about spawning women's political involvement; D: All of the Above. Well, A. Duh. That's the PRIMARY reason. It is existent in every letter. Every. Fucking. Letter. Yea, fraternity is in there pretty much throughout, but not encouraging women to take part in politics. And I see "primary" as a "one answer" sort of question, not fucking all of the above. So when she said the answer was D, I said, "I disagree. I believe it is A" and I gave that reasoning. She said again that the answer is D. I said, "I maintain that the answer is A" and I won: she made the answer A or D. And Jenn high-fived me coz I guess she is the only other person in the class with my (proper) sense. I got a 100 on that test (:
Then I went to the mail room where I found my housing lottery number: 3 (AmAzInG) and the letter saying I was admitted to Wool House (uber amazing) and bill from my insurance that jumped up $10 since the first bill I received not two weeks ago and a letter from the ambulance company. If I knew I would have to pay for the ambulance myself I would have taken a fucking cab. I would have walked myself to the goddamn hospital. God fucking damn I hate this school.
I got back Composición 2, which I got an A on and this wonderful comment:
Excelente,
Sarah
escribes muy bien
¡Espero que sigas estudiando Español!
I love it when people inflate my ego for me. It takes all the effort out of doing it myself.
I finished reading Singing Away the Hunger. I finished Composición 3, assigned today and due martes - Una carta a Dios. It was so tedious. You try writing a letter to God in a second language. It totally threw me off.
Now I have to start Sense and Sensibility I need to finish it by April 10 and I haven't started it yet. A good time to teach myself speed reading.
[EDIT]
So you guys, I just read over what I'm submitting for the book on Perfection for Founders. It's a 5 page, double-spaced, 1,603 word paper on the Perfection of Tarot. And I feel like I've finally started to get back into my niche. I'm impressed with myself. (:
I also have not written a single journal entry on a Monday this past month, and I thought you should know.
I am so happy tomorrow is Friday. Not so happy that Monday follows so closely. I didn't realize my Psych test is Monday. URGH. And the Puppet Show for Spanish is Tuesday. And then starting Thursday my Spanish group has to start planning our skit. -pulls hair out of head ever-so gracefully-
Went into my 12:30 class at a little before 1:30 (I was exempted from the first hour coz I went to the professor's discussion of the same material for a campus interview last week) to take a multiple choice literature test. I never quite got how a test on literature could be MC but okay whatever. I went in frighteningly confident considering all I did was look my notes over 2 or 3 times, didn't even go back into the texts, and the last MC test we had I did less than (self-)satisfactory on. Well, it was such a breeze. I only was confused with one question. It was about the correlation b/w the manuscript and illustrations in Blake's "America: A Prophecy". I was like "It could be B or C!" and it drove me bonkers because both were a "best" answer. So I chose C because it most closely fit my view (that they have almost no correlation). Well, we go over the answers, and she says, "It can be B or C," and I was like "I'ma kill you bitch!" So that was my only problem really, until she gets to the last question. I know the answer is A. The question was about what the primary purpose of Helen Maria Williams' work ("Letters from France) was. A: Provide an immediate, first-hand account of the French Revolution; B: Something about fraternity through politics; C: something about spawning women's political involvement; D: All of the Above. Well, A. Duh. That's the PRIMARY reason. It is existent in every letter. Every. Fucking. Letter. Yea, fraternity is in there pretty much throughout, but not encouraging women to take part in politics. And I see "primary" as a "one answer" sort of question, not fucking all of the above. So when she said the answer was D, I said, "I disagree. I believe it is A" and I gave that reasoning. She said again that the answer is D. I said, "I maintain that the answer is A" and I won: she made the answer A or D. And Jenn high-fived me coz I guess she is the only other person in the class with my (proper) sense. I got a 100 on that test (:
Then I went to the mail room where I found my housing lottery number: 3 (AmAzInG) and the letter saying I was admitted to Wool House (uber amazing) and bill from my insurance that jumped up $10 since the first bill I received not two weeks ago and a letter from the ambulance company. If I knew I would have to pay for the ambulance myself I would have taken a fucking cab. I would have walked myself to the goddamn hospital. God fucking damn I hate this school.
I got back Composición 2, which I got an A on and this wonderful comment:
Excelente,
Sarah
escribes muy bien
¡Espero que sigas estudiando Español!
I love it when people inflate my ego for me. It takes all the effort out of doing it myself.
I finished reading Singing Away the Hunger. I finished Composición 3, assigned today and due martes - Una carta a Dios. It was so tedious. You try writing a letter to God in a second language. It totally threw me off.
Now I have to start Sense and Sensibility I need to finish it by April 10 and I haven't started it yet. A good time to teach myself speed reading.
[EDIT]
So you guys, I just read over what I'm submitting for the book on Perfection for Founders. It's a 5 page, double-spaced, 1,603 word paper on the Perfection of Tarot. And I feel like I've finally started to get back into my niche. I'm impressed with myself. (:
I also have not written a single journal entry on a Monday this past month, and I thought you should know.
I am so happy tomorrow is Friday. Not so happy that Monday follows so closely. I didn't realize my Psych test is Monday. URGH. And the Puppet Show for Spanish is Tuesday. And then starting Thursday my Spanish group has to start planning our skit. -pulls hair out of head ever-so gracefully-