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I hate homework. I don't need it. That is not to say I do not study or do not need to study. However I study as much as I need to. If I need to understand how to do a chemistry problem I will work through examples until I feel I have that type of problem figured out and I can do them without issue. It may take 2 problems or 8. The point is that I decide what I need. I don't need to work through a dozen identical fucking problems, I got the point halfway through. I do them all anyways because it counts towards my grade. Whose fucking bright idea was graded homework anyways? Every teacher I have ever had has stated that homework is a tool to help us study and prepare and learn the material. In essence it is practice, the time for trial and error and fucking up before doing it when it counts. How in the hell does it make any sense that the time in which you go through your trial and error period with this material is being fucking graded? I am earning/losing points based on my first stumbling steps through this material and it pisses me off.
The entire concept of graded homework has always struck me as ridiculous, but that is life when attending school.
Onto more serious news. My grandmother passed away two weeks ago. Today we got a letter from the drug company that made one of the medications she was taking. Due to an error in manufacturing the pills they shipped out in the recent past contained double the stated dose. The letter also included symptoms of ODing on this drug. My grandmother exhibited pretty much every symptom before she died. Myself and my whole family are fucking pissed and we are looking into (first) if we can see if my grandmothers pills were from the bad batch and then looking into legal action if that is true. This is not to say she was fine until the medication. Her condition had been deteriorating for a year or so and she may have died soon without the bad pills, but that isn't the point.
Losing a loved one is hard enough as it is, but to have the thought in your head that she could have had more time or that she wouldnt have suffered through those symptoms at the end...
Words fail to describe the ammount of anger you experience thinking about it.
Well, that's enough venting. I am going to get back to work on my damned chemistry problems.
The entire concept of graded homework has always struck me as ridiculous, but that is life when attending school.
Onto more serious news. My grandmother passed away two weeks ago. Today we got a letter from the drug company that made one of the medications she was taking. Due to an error in manufacturing the pills they shipped out in the recent past contained double the stated dose. The letter also included symptoms of ODing on this drug. My grandmother exhibited pretty much every symptom before she died. Myself and my whole family are fucking pissed and we are looking into (first) if we can see if my grandmothers pills were from the bad batch and then looking into legal action if that is true. This is not to say she was fine until the medication. Her condition had been deteriorating for a year or so and she may have died soon without the bad pills, but that isn't the point.
Losing a loved one is hard enough as it is, but to have the thought in your head that she could have had more time or that she wouldnt have suffered through those symptoms at the end...
Words fail to describe the ammount of anger you experience thinking about it.
Well, that's enough venting. I am going to get back to work on my damned chemistry problems.