Oh for crying out loud, I get it. I'm a stupid bitch that can't test, okay?!
Dear Teacher,
You're so fucking lazy to not teach the whole class and make us do tutorials that we can't understand because we haven't been taught the fucking material and you make the only three tests 65% of the grade? You fail. You're the worst teacher ever. You have to freaking teach the lesson. ESPECIALLY if that shit is fucking physics. Okay? Got it? This is fucking brain surgery for some of us. There should be a damned rule where your blessed tests only count 10% per one. 20% per every tests or more is a fucking lazy system. I'm sorry if you have to teach other classes, but hey, not my problem. You signed up to teach so do it, goddamn it. I'm not asking for a miracle, just for you to fulfill your part of the contract.
Bite Me!
Jess
Seriously, there's something fucked up about all this. I can read a book and understand most things...if they relate. Knowing the importance of a fucking arc second? NOT RELATIVE IN DAILY LIFE. It's a fucking course that our fucking college system decided I had to have...some science. Hey, guess what fuckwits? That's why my ass is not a math or science major, so fuck off with a rusted tin can lid and slice open whatever hurts the most. Have useless information is not going to help me date the fucking pottery design in 100 BCE Rome, okay? Your effort to look smart America is failing. Failing. And I have a fucking high reading comprehension assholes.
Also? Adding where most of the grades come from three goddamn tests does not help! Some of us (read: most of us), contrary to popular opinion, are not in college on legacy and actually have to pass to graduate. We don't have Daddy to bail our asses out when something doesn't go our way. And some of us freak the fuck out over tests to the point of realizing that college might the worst decision ever made. That includes not beating a bitch of a stepmom that had it coming more than once. All right? So, again, education system, Fuck Off And Die.
And, no. I don't feel better. I still feeling like bawling. I don't cry at funerals, but hey, give me a test worth 20% of my grade, and I'll have an anxiety attack with tears included.
Do you want fries with that?
Edit: Retaken test 5 hours later? I managed to do worse! Fuck it. I'm a stupid ass bitch that needs to be shot and Jax won't do it. Someone else please.
You're so fucking lazy to not teach the whole class and make us do tutorials that we can't understand because we haven't been taught the fucking material and you make the only three tests 65% of the grade? You fail. You're the worst teacher ever. You have to freaking teach the lesson. ESPECIALLY if that shit is fucking physics. Okay? Got it? This is fucking brain surgery for some of us. There should be a damned rule where your blessed tests only count 10% per one. 20% per every tests or more is a fucking lazy system. I'm sorry if you have to teach other classes, but hey, not my problem. You signed up to teach so do it, goddamn it. I'm not asking for a miracle, just for you to fulfill your part of the contract.
Bite Me!
Jess
Seriously, there's something fucked up about all this. I can read a book and understand most things...if they relate. Knowing the importance of a fucking arc second? NOT RELATIVE IN DAILY LIFE. It's a fucking course that our fucking college system decided I had to have...some science. Hey, guess what fuckwits? That's why my ass is not a math or science major, so fuck off with a rusted tin can lid and slice open whatever hurts the most. Have useless information is not going to help me date the fucking pottery design in 100 BCE Rome, okay? Your effort to look smart America is failing. Failing. And I have a fucking high reading comprehension assholes.
Also? Adding where most of the grades come from three goddamn tests does not help! Some of us (read: most of us), contrary to popular opinion, are not in college on legacy and actually have to pass to graduate. We don't have Daddy to bail our asses out when something doesn't go our way. And some of us freak the fuck out over tests to the point of realizing that college might the worst decision ever made. That includes not beating a bitch of a stepmom that had it coming more than once. All right? So, again, education system, Fuck Off And Die.
And, no. I don't feel better. I still feeling like bawling. I don't cry at funerals, but hey, give me a test worth 20% of my grade, and I'll have an anxiety attack with tears included.
Do you want fries with that?
Edit: Retaken test 5 hours later? I managed to do worse! Fuck it. I'm a stupid ass bitch that needs to be shot and Jax won't do it. Someone else please.