Donn thy aluminium hat
Oct. 17th, 2006 09:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
noellenoLet me tell you a brief, somewhat magical* story involving the class I seem to loathe the most.
I had a quiz over some possessive adjectives and whatnot in German yesterday. A quiz in which I managed to get every single item wrong! So when I went to Blackboard to view grades, it said ZEEEEROOO!
Oddly enough, as I grumbled on about global conquest in smouldering hate for that grade, I happened to glance at the class average and about died.
"P-point seven-five?" 0.75. MY CLASS AVERAGE IS 0.75 OUT OF 26 POINTS.
There is something incredible about that. I don't know what, exactly, but there IS. It means I'm not the only one who things this 'sein,' 'dein,' and 'ihr' garbage is utterly lame. I put ihr in almost every answer :'D
In any case, this morning, after kicking my alarm clock about four times before finally deciding to skip lecture and just resetting the alarm to 9, I go back to check grades, just out of morbid curiosity.
And I got a 22 out of 26, roughly. This is hysterical! From a zero to a B in sixteen hours. I may not like Frau Michaelis anymore, but dammit, she seems to know when we're pathetic enough for a higher grade. Hopefully she isn't going to be a hatemonger on my 'I-forgot-to-turn-in-my-first-draft-lolwhoops' essay just to even it out.
In any case, I've got that damnstupid math test at noon, and it is raining and lame-looking outside. I am prolly going to print out this study guide thing I got from the math teacher and pretend I know wtf to do with it. It's ironic that I started the next chapter, and I know wtf to do in it. But it doesn't matter for THIS test. Oh God let me at least get a C. It's not fair that the tests only consist of about 18 questions, and you get no credit for working out the problem.
Also, OH WAYNE STATE, YOU SILLY SYSTEM OF HEADACHE-INDUCING PROCEDURES. I call financial aide to just make sure my loans for winter are cancelled, and the lady goes "Mm, probably."
I say, "Uh. What about the Merit scholarship from the state?"
"Yeah, that'll probably transfer, too. You might have to fill out some papers or something."
"Uh. Is there any way I could get a written document stating that the loans are cancelled?"
"If you mail our office."
NOT LIKE CALLING AND ASKING FOR CONFIRMATION WAS THE RIGHT THING TO DO ANYWAY AMIRITE? Oh God why. XD I think this is why I'm losing my hair.
On a semi-non-school-related note, I think I permanently scarred Quilla for life. I mean, I showed her a clip of Hugh Jackman in gold pants, a leopard print shirt, riding a camel, and dancing like a gay stripper on the Tonys, and she kind of writhed in pain and had to go find the X-men cover to convince herself that YES, THAT WEIRD LITTLE FRUITBAT IN GOLD IS WOLVERINE. So her brain is broken. I made up for it and had her watch Death Note, in which we noticed that Light/Raito/RIGHT-O sounds eerily similar to Tamaki. "Okaa-san" jokes ensued, not worth mentioning.
Ha ha Halloweiners isn't going to be on time.
*I'm lying
I had a quiz over some possessive adjectives and whatnot in German yesterday. A quiz in which I managed to get every single item wrong! So when I went to Blackboard to view grades, it said ZEEEEROOO!
Oddly enough, as I grumbled on about global conquest in smouldering hate for that grade, I happened to glance at the class average and about died.
"P-point seven-five?" 0.75. MY CLASS AVERAGE IS 0.75 OUT OF 26 POINTS.
There is something incredible about that. I don't know what, exactly, but there IS. It means I'm not the only one who things this 'sein,' 'dein,' and 'ihr' garbage is utterly lame. I put ihr in almost every answer :'D
In any case, this morning, after kicking my alarm clock about four times before finally deciding to skip lecture and just resetting the alarm to 9, I go back to check grades, just out of morbid curiosity.
And I got a 22 out of 26, roughly. This is hysterical! From a zero to a B in sixteen hours. I may not like Frau Michaelis anymore, but dammit, she seems to know when we're pathetic enough for a higher grade. Hopefully she isn't going to be a hatemonger on my 'I-forgot-to-turn-in-my-first-draft-lolwhoops' essay just to even it out.
In any case, I've got that damnstupid math test at noon, and it is raining and lame-looking outside. I am prolly going to print out this study guide thing I got from the math teacher and pretend I know wtf to do with it. It's ironic that I started the next chapter, and I know wtf to do in it. But it doesn't matter for THIS test. Oh God let me at least get a C. It's not fair that the tests only consist of about 18 questions, and you get no credit for working out the problem.
Also, OH WAYNE STATE, YOU SILLY SYSTEM OF HEADACHE-INDUCING PROCEDURES. I call financial aide to just make sure my loans for winter are cancelled, and the lady goes "Mm, probably."
I say, "Uh. What about the Merit scholarship from the state?"
"Yeah, that'll probably transfer, too. You might have to fill out some papers or something."
"Uh. Is there any way I could get a written document stating that the loans are cancelled?"
"If you mail our office."
NOT LIKE CALLING AND ASKING FOR CONFIRMATION WAS THE RIGHT THING TO DO ANYWAY AMIRITE? Oh God why. XD I think this is why I'm losing my hair.
On a semi-non-school-related note, I think I permanently scarred Quilla for life. I mean, I showed her a clip of Hugh Jackman in gold pants, a leopard print shirt, riding a camel, and dancing like a gay stripper on the Tonys, and she kind of writhed in pain and had to go find the X-men cover to convince herself that YES, THAT WEIRD LITTLE FRUITBAT IN GOLD IS WOLVERINE. So her brain is broken. I made up for it and had her watch Death Note, in which we noticed that Light/Raito/RIGHT-O sounds eerily similar to Tamaki. "Okaa-san" jokes ensued, not worth mentioning.
Ha ha Halloweiners isn't going to be on time.
*I'm lying
