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My friends! I know I've been neglecting LJ for a while and I know I've forgotten to reply to some commets. That last part was very rude of me and I apologize if I never got back to some of you. It's the usual deal: school, life, blah blah blah *insert panic attack here* so on and so forth. So to begin, what a shit week I've just had. Actually, just the crap I experienced this Thursday alone classifies this week as my shittiest week of the year so far.
To begin, I wrote this essay wrong for one of my classes. That was a complete mistake on my part and I have no one to blame but myself, but it still pisses me off. Now I have to go making up some extra credit to hopefully bring up the grade in that class. That was just what happened in the morning. The evening was a whole other shitstorm. I have Orgo lab at night and to begin with, we had a quiz that I was wholly unprepared for. So I'm screwed there already. Then for the experiment we were doing, well..let me begin by saying that we had to set up this apparatus that contained this long glass tube with two openings. You would connect one of them via thin hose to the water tap. For the other you would attach another hose, but the free end would lay by the sink so that water would leave through there. Basically, water went in through one end and left through the hose. Our initial experiment went fine. We were nearly done. My partner-- who I think is a lovely girl, but Jesus Christ, she's as horrible at lab as I am-- apparently didn't notice that I hadn't turned the tap off yet and so she rips the hose from the tube. A BIG ASS WAVE OF WATER JUST BURSTS OUT OF THE HOLE. IT WAS LIFE A FUCKING GEYSER. So basically, our experiment was ruined. I mean, if our intention was to recreate Old Faithful, then by all mean, SUCCESS.
Thankfully our TA let us work with this other team, a guy and a girl that I knew more or less. So everything is working out fine. Since they were already halfway through I just felt like I was getting in their way so I just let them do their thing. Anyway, while we're waiting for some reaction or another we start talking about our ethnicities and whatever. I tell them I'm Cuban and blah blah blah . Very dull. Then this other kid-not in our group-- wanders in and suddenly goes, "You know, the only people who really know how to speak proper Spanish are those from Mexico and certain parts of South America." --IT GETS BETTER BECAUSE THEN--"I really can't understand what some Cubans are saying at all sometimes. I mean, have you heard them speak. It's all slang this slang that. AND THEY SPEAK SO FAST. And the words they use sound so silly."
And I'm standing there with this amused look that I sometimes get when I violently want to murder someone. Seriously, I was the picture of cool, calm, and collected. On the inside: I WAS READY TO CUT A BITCH. Now, I didn't outright call him an ignorant douchebag who could stick his beliefs down his mouth, crap them out and eat them again--because I know my temperament. If I'd opened my mouth and started speaking, I would have yelled. I ASSURE you, I would gotten kicked out of lab for doing something that I would probably later have regretted. Frankly, the kid wasn't worth it. But man did he just continue on and on and I kind of played it off as "Oh ha ha, don't be a dumbass." when I really wanted to say, "MOTHERFUCKER I WILL CRUSH YOU INTO POWDER."
So yeah, he leaves and I'm already feeling kind of annoyed because I didn't tell him off, but you know, there are more important things in the world that telling off some ignorant moron. So I get back to the experiment, work work work, pause as we wait for something to react. So during this break, I'm talking to the other kid in our group (not the one I was just talking to). Now, this kid is, let's put it this way. I consider myself to be pretty annoying sometimes. I'm a big nerd and I know it. I'm also extremely arrogant about it sometimes. This kid? Makes me look humble. First of all, it's like he has this idea that he's the smartest kid in the room and that because it's like that, he gets to tell everyone what to do. Two other girls were working in our team and he would just go, Get me this. Get me that. And not even say please or thank you. And by this point I'm still so annoyed about everything that when he tells me, Get me a beaker of water, it sounded so very much a command that I snapped," Excuse you? Is the word "please" not in your vocabulary?" And from then on, I refused to get him anything unless he said please and if he didn't say thank you once I gave it to him, I would very loudly say, "YOU'RE WELCOME." You know, just to shame him. Because I'm feeling kind of petty at this point.
But anyway, we start talking about grades.We have the Orgo lecture together. He asks me what I got. I say a 90%. He says he got a 92% which was the highest. And I didn't really care that much (not that much, but okay, I'm still annoyed someone got a higher grade than I did in Orgo. Sue me) but then he flat out says, "Well you know, I had another exam that week so I really just winged it."
First of all, that stink in the air? BULLSHIT. I know this kid. He's one of those that sits in the first row at lecture and asks questions for chapters we haven't even covered yet. I'll eat my shoe if he didn't study for at least a week. Second of all, how the fuck do you say that to a person who's just told you that they got a score that was lower than yours. It's like saying, LOL, even without studying I'm still smarter than you are.
And now, all the shit I'm been feeling the whole day has just grown into this ball of fury at the very pit of my stomach. I think I must have turned into Ivan Drago at that moment because all I could think was: I MUST BREAK YOU.
That's not even all of it. Our experiment that Mr. Smartypants was orchestrating all by himself just goes to shit. So now I have to redo the lab on Monday. FANFUCKINGTASTIC.
THE END.
But fuck Mr. Genius and his stupid ass remark. I'll crush him at the next exam and the balance in the world will be restored.
BTW have you guys seen Fringe and TVD yet? @!#$#%^@#%$#@% Those shows have just been ON lately.
To begin, I wrote this essay wrong for one of my classes. That was a complete mistake on my part and I have no one to blame but myself, but it still pisses me off. Now I have to go making up some extra credit to hopefully bring up the grade in that class. That was just what happened in the morning. The evening was a whole other shitstorm. I have Orgo lab at night and to begin with, we had a quiz that I was wholly unprepared for. So I'm screwed there already. Then for the experiment we were doing, well..let me begin by saying that we had to set up this apparatus that contained this long glass tube with two openings. You would connect one of them via thin hose to the water tap. For the other you would attach another hose, but the free end would lay by the sink so that water would leave through there. Basically, water went in through one end and left through the hose. Our initial experiment went fine. We were nearly done. My partner-- who I think is a lovely girl, but Jesus Christ, she's as horrible at lab as I am-- apparently didn't notice that I hadn't turned the tap off yet and so she rips the hose from the tube. A BIG ASS WAVE OF WATER JUST BURSTS OUT OF THE HOLE. IT WAS LIFE A FUCKING GEYSER. So basically, our experiment was ruined. I mean, if our intention was to recreate Old Faithful, then by all mean, SUCCESS.
Thankfully our TA let us work with this other team, a guy and a girl that I knew more or less. So everything is working out fine. Since they were already halfway through I just felt like I was getting in their way so I just let them do their thing. Anyway, while we're waiting for some reaction or another we start talking about our ethnicities and whatever. I tell them I'm Cuban and blah blah blah . Very dull. Then this other kid-not in our group-- wanders in and suddenly goes, "You know, the only people who really know how to speak proper Spanish are those from Mexico and certain parts of South America." --IT GETS BETTER BECAUSE THEN--"I really can't understand what some Cubans are saying at all sometimes. I mean, have you heard them speak. It's all slang this slang that. AND THEY SPEAK SO FAST. And the words they use sound so silly."
And I'm standing there with this amused look that I sometimes get when I violently want to murder someone. Seriously, I was the picture of cool, calm, and collected. On the inside: I WAS READY TO CUT A BITCH. Now, I didn't outright call him an ignorant douchebag who could stick his beliefs down his mouth, crap them out and eat them again--because I know my temperament. If I'd opened my mouth and started speaking, I would have yelled. I ASSURE you, I would gotten kicked out of lab for doing something that I would probably later have regretted. Frankly, the kid wasn't worth it. But man did he just continue on and on and I kind of played it off as "Oh ha ha, don't be a dumbass." when I really wanted to say, "MOTHERFUCKER I WILL CRUSH YOU INTO POWDER."
So yeah, he leaves and I'm already feeling kind of annoyed because I didn't tell him off, but you know, there are more important things in the world that telling off some ignorant moron. So I get back to the experiment, work work work, pause as we wait for something to react. So during this break, I'm talking to the other kid in our group (not the one I was just talking to). Now, this kid is, let's put it this way. I consider myself to be pretty annoying sometimes. I'm a big nerd and I know it. I'm also extremely arrogant about it sometimes. This kid? Makes me look humble. First of all, it's like he has this idea that he's the smartest kid in the room and that because it's like that, he gets to tell everyone what to do. Two other girls were working in our team and he would just go, Get me this. Get me that. And not even say please or thank you. And by this point I'm still so annoyed about everything that when he tells me, Get me a beaker of water, it sounded so very much a command that I snapped," Excuse you? Is the word "please" not in your vocabulary?" And from then on, I refused to get him anything unless he said please and if he didn't say thank you once I gave it to him, I would very loudly say, "YOU'RE WELCOME." You know, just to shame him. Because I'm feeling kind of petty at this point.
But anyway, we start talking about grades.We have the Orgo lecture together. He asks me what I got. I say a 90%. He says he got a 92% which was the highest. And I didn't really care that much (not that much, but okay, I'm still annoyed someone got a higher grade than I did in Orgo. Sue me) but then he flat out says, "Well you know, I had another exam that week so I really just winged it."
First of all, that stink in the air? BULLSHIT. I know this kid. He's one of those that sits in the first row at lecture and asks questions for chapters we haven't even covered yet. I'll eat my shoe if he didn't study for at least a week. Second of all, how the fuck do you say that to a person who's just told you that they got a score that was lower than yours. It's like saying, LOL, even without studying I'm still smarter than you are.
And now, all the shit I'm been feeling the whole day has just grown into this ball of fury at the very pit of my stomach. I think I must have turned into Ivan Drago at that moment because all I could think was: I MUST BREAK YOU.
That's not even all of it. Our experiment that Mr. Smartypants was orchestrating all by himself just goes to shit. So now I have to redo the lab on Monday. FANFUCKINGTASTIC.
THE END.
But fuck Mr. Genius and his stupid ass remark. I'll crush him at the next exam and the balance in the world will be restored.
BTW have you guys seen Fringe and TVD yet? @!#$#%^@#%$#@% Those shows have just been ON lately.