They Call The Wind Mirah
So, I got a letter from God today. It was from LSUS.
As most of you know, after my dismal performance at Tech last Fall, Winter, and Spring quarters, I decided to take some summer classes to make up for completely shitting on (Which, honestly, is the gastrointestinal equivalent of that I did.) my academic record. Those classes were the first Calc class and Adolescent Psychology.
For calculus I had a strange, but apparently brilliant professor, named Neu. The only problem with this was that he is the worst teacher of any kind I have ever seen. I knew coaches at Benton that could have taught that class more effectively. Maybe it has to do with the way I learn math, or maybe he really just was a terrible teacher, but in all honesty and realisticness, I believe the latter. Needless to say, I was petrified. My performance was dismal, to the point where I stopped going to class before the midterms were given. I decided to focus it all on to the Psych class.
Now, the teacher was fabulous. And I was doing well in the class. I ate the test alive, the teacher loved me from what I could tell, and the material was, quite frankly, my bitch. But, came the midtermish part. We had to write a paper, which is honestly no big deal. Some people claim I can write well, but any English teacher has yet to agree, so you can understand my timidness. Then, I realized that it wasn't actually due at the end of the session, but rather right in the middle. I realized this the day before.
For the paper we had to interview an adolescent. I had managed to find a fantastic subject whom is an individual who better do something great(or she will get beaten with a bar of soap inside a sock), and complied pages and pages of an online interview. But, yeah, I didn't turn it in. The paper was to be 2-3 pages, mine was 8 and I wasn't half way done. So, rather than talking to my professor( because I felt I really couldn't, because I was already far too late as is, and why would he have any respect for that?) I gave up on that too.
So, two classes and they were both failures, wholly and completely. Which puts me to a lovely start in the LSU school system.
Now, here's the kicker. I got a letter today. I had already recieved my tax info from LSUS, so what this could be escaped me. Upon opening it, it presented it self as a two thousand dollar a year scholarship for four years. Shocked isn't quite the right word. Almost offended by the sudden and completely uncalled for or expected turn would be how I would describe it. Honestly, what are the explanations? A. I am just THAT awesome. B. Clerical error, and poor Taylor Nezar will have to go else where. Or C. Ridiculously low standards. Like, below low. Like, so far down they have homeless people walk around on campus just to make it look more cultured.
I honestly have not been able to concoct a logic reason for why, at least not one that is positive.
Needless to say, in the event of B, it being an error, the paper has already been signed and will be delivered to LSUS promptly on Wednesday.
And yes yes, I promised to write more, but I'm sure you busy folks aren't missing it, but just in case you need more useless prose to line your digital birdcages with, I'll make another essay about life in the Sci-Port world soon.
Until that time comes, arm yourselves with knowledge, friends.
Indubitably,
Tyler M."ostly Harmless" Nezat
As most of you know, after my dismal performance at Tech last Fall, Winter, and Spring quarters, I decided to take some summer classes to make up for completely shitting on (Which, honestly, is the gastrointestinal equivalent of that I did.) my academic record. Those classes were the first Calc class and Adolescent Psychology.
For calculus I had a strange, but apparently brilliant professor, named Neu. The only problem with this was that he is the worst teacher of any kind I have ever seen. I knew coaches at Benton that could have taught that class more effectively. Maybe it has to do with the way I learn math, or maybe he really just was a terrible teacher, but in all honesty and realisticness, I believe the latter. Needless to say, I was petrified. My performance was dismal, to the point where I stopped going to class before the midterms were given. I decided to focus it all on to the Psych class.
Now, the teacher was fabulous. And I was doing well in the class. I ate the test alive, the teacher loved me from what I could tell, and the material was, quite frankly, my bitch. But, came the midtermish part. We had to write a paper, which is honestly no big deal. Some people claim I can write well, but any English teacher has yet to agree, so you can understand my timidness. Then, I realized that it wasn't actually due at the end of the session, but rather right in the middle. I realized this the day before.
For the paper we had to interview an adolescent. I had managed to find a fantastic subject whom is an individual who better do something great(or she will get beaten with a bar of soap inside a sock), and complied pages and pages of an online interview. But, yeah, I didn't turn it in. The paper was to be 2-3 pages, mine was 8 and I wasn't half way done. So, rather than talking to my professor( because I felt I really couldn't, because I was already far too late as is, and why would he have any respect for that?) I gave up on that too.
So, two classes and they were both failures, wholly and completely. Which puts me to a lovely start in the LSU school system.
Now, here's the kicker. I got a letter today. I had already recieved my tax info from LSUS, so what this could be escaped me. Upon opening it, it presented it self as a two thousand dollar a year scholarship for four years. Shocked isn't quite the right word. Almost offended by the sudden and completely uncalled for or expected turn would be how I would describe it. Honestly, what are the explanations? A. I am just THAT awesome. B. Clerical error, and poor Taylor Nezar will have to go else where. Or C. Ridiculously low standards. Like, below low. Like, so far down they have homeless people walk around on campus just to make it look more cultured.
I honestly have not been able to concoct a logic reason for why, at least not one that is positive.
Needless to say, in the event of B, it being an error, the paper has already been signed and will be delivered to LSUS promptly on Wednesday.
And yes yes, I promised to write more, but I'm sure you busy folks aren't missing it, but just in case you need more useless prose to line your digital birdcages with, I'll make another essay about life in the Sci-Port world soon.
Until that time comes, arm yourselves with knowledge, friends.
Indubitably,
Tyler M."ostly Harmless" Nezat