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Good news:
Took a final in desktop publishing last week. I guess I was in the zone or something because I remember not looking at anything but the screen as I reproduced the document final thinger. When I finished and submitted it, I looked around the classroom/computer lab and saw that everyone had their books out and were flipping through the pages rather furiously, trying to figure out how to do this, or manipulate that. Apparently, for the final we're allowed to use the book. And for the midterm a few weeks ago. Hell. No one told me this.
Anyway. We got our finals back today. My score? 94%. Ha. This egotistical Mexicana doesn't need a book, bitches. The class average was a 78. lol. Losers.
Bad news:
All my workup for my final project in graphic design is moot because the teacher had some sob story about stress, yadda yadda. Right after hearing that, I was disinclined and well, just not motivated to do the final project at all after all the stupid work (20+ hours) I had put into it this past weekend. But, it's our final. So I did it tonight in about 4 hours, completely and utterly half-assed. And, the project just didn't want to work for me. I mean, I was knocking stuff over, dropping things, spilling rubber cement and paint and everything. Art and I aren't a fan of eachother, it seems.
We're in a lovers' spat.
Do I care that I'll be giving myself a shitty grade? No. Why? Because Madame I'm-So-Stressed shouldn't be pulling this shit on the entire class while pocketing our lab fees. *sigh* Oh well. As long as I pass the class, which I will easily, final or not, I'll be content.
Good news part deux:
Sam's coming down tonight. What does that mean? That's right.
Apologies in advance if I drunk-text you. Oh the perils of giving the Mexicana your cell phone number. Ahaha.
Took a final in desktop publishing last week. I guess I was in the zone or something because I remember not looking at anything but the screen as I reproduced the document final thinger. When I finished and submitted it, I looked around the classroom/computer lab and saw that everyone had their books out and were flipping through the pages rather furiously, trying to figure out how to do this, or manipulate that. Apparently, for the final we're allowed to use the book. And for the midterm a few weeks ago. Hell. No one told me this.
Anyway. We got our finals back today. My score? 94%. Ha. This egotistical Mexicana doesn't need a book, bitches. The class average was a 78. lol. Losers.
Bad news:
All my workup for my final project in graphic design is moot because the teacher had some sob story about stress, yadda yadda. Right after hearing that, I was disinclined and well, just not motivated to do the final project at all after all the stupid work (20+ hours) I had put into it this past weekend. But, it's our final. So I did it tonight in about 4 hours, completely and utterly half-assed. And, the project just didn't want to work for me. I mean, I was knocking stuff over, dropping things, spilling rubber cement and paint and everything. Art and I aren't a fan of eachother, it seems.
We're in a lovers' spat.
Do I care that I'll be giving myself a shitty grade? No. Why? Because Madame I'm-So-Stressed shouldn't be pulling this shit on the entire class while pocketing our lab fees. *sigh* Oh well. As long as I pass the class, which I will easily, final or not, I'll be content.
Good news part deux:
Sam's coming down tonight. What does that mean? That's right.
Apologies in advance if I drunk-text you. Oh the perils of giving the Mexicana your cell phone number. Ahaha.