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2004-05-20 - 11:00 p.m.
everything I want I gotta wait a year
The Nine Greatest Songs of All Time (Right Now)
1. Oran “Juice” Jones
"The Rain"2. Sting f/ Twista
"Stolen Car (Take Me Dancing)" B. Recluse remix 3. Young Gunz
"Friday Night" Samir remix 4. Brad Paisley
"Me Neither" 5. They Might Be Giants
"Am I Awake?" 6. Mase
"Welcome Back" 7. Kinks
"Victoria" 8. New Edition
"Mr. Telephone Man" 9. Yellowcard
"Ocean Avenue" |
Last week, final exams officially began on Wednesday morning, and I took my last exam Wednesday. One of my exams was a day early, on Tuesday, and everything else was on the very first day. Which might sound nice, because hey, I got to finish early. But I don’t live on campus, and I’m not going anywhere else for the summer, so it means nothing for me to finish early. All it meant to me is that I had 3 tests and a couple papers to hand in all in the space of 2 days, which sucked ass. I tried to be prepared for it, I did. I even asked to be taken off a work shift on Tuesday night so that I’d have time the night before to study. But I also had Sunday and Monday night free, and I ended up doing very little studying those nights. My procrastination habits are just so hard to break, I can just barely will myself out of them. My first exam on Tuesday was for the math class that I already had a gauranteed C for, so I didn’t really study for that and kind of half-assed it, but I think I still actually did pretty well, it was probably the easiest test of the whole course. So when I came home Tuesday night, I had 2 other exams to study for, plus a paper to write and a portfolio to get together of all of the work I’d done for my review writing class. Now, I enjoyed the actual work involved in the class, writing reviews about books and music, finding ways to express my opinion in a fair and eloquent way. But the actual class was just hell to sit through twice a week. I had the same professor for a class freshman year, and somehow I don’t remember her being so annoying, maybe in the past 3 years she’s become really senile or something, but she’s just so out of it. She’s one of those professors that just buries you in unnecessary paperwork, every class there’s about 5 handouts and a few weeks into the semester my notebook had doubled in thickness just from all the handouts in that one class. And she has these really annoying habits, like trying to fill out time class by getting students on tangets about stuff that has nothing to do with anything. If you raise your hand or make a comment in class, she’ll say “ok, talk about that”, and make you expand on it even if you’ve already made the simple point you were trying to make. It’s hard to explain just how torturous it was to sit in that class. If my friend Kelly wasn’t there to share in the misery and joke about it with, it would’ve been insufferable. So by the end of the semester, I was pretty damn sick of this woman. I joked to Kelly that when all was said and done and the grades were in, I was going to go poop in her mailbox just for spite. So on the morning it was due, I threw together revisions of all the reviews I’d written for the class and turned in my portfolio and was relieved to finally be done with this class. Since there was no test, she had everybody in the class come in at a certain time to turn in our portfolios. One of the cooler things about the class is that she gave certain students the opportunity to submit book reviews to be published in the Virginia Pilot, and I was one of them. I had e-mailed the final draft of my review to her earlier that morning, but when I came to turn in my portfolio, she was a real pill about it and wouldn’t let me leave until I e-mailed it to her again and she got it. Later I looked and realized that the reason she didn’t get it the first time was that she misspelled her own e-mail address on the syllabus and so I sent it to the wrong address. What a moron. I really did want to poop in her mailbox at that moment. Of course, I had 2 other exams to take later that day, and I had spent so much time on that portfolio that I hadn’t studied for them at all. And on top of that, I had another paper due that I had barely started. So I hit the computer lab and frantically worked on that. After an hour, I had started to pick up steam and had a couple pages, but had to stop and go take my Sociology final. I was running on maybe an hour or two of sleep, so my brain was not in top condition. I would actually blank and just kind of stare at the pages for a few minutes at at time while doing the essay questions. But I had done well enough on the papers for that class that I wasn’t too worried about the exam grade. So after finishing that test, I returned to the lab and finished my paper, which was supposed to be 5-8 pages. I ended up with 3, just barely. But I did well on the first test, and I’ve had the professor a couple times before and I’m kind of a favorite student and she’s graded me well before. But I went in and turned in that half-assed paper and pretty much bombed the exam. So I was pretty worried about my grade for that class. Towson professors are supposed to post final grades within 48 hours of each exam. But most of my grades didn’t go up on the website for 4 or 5 days, and one didn’t go up until a full week later. But after all the suspense and worrying, everything turned out alright. I got a C for the match class, a B for Sociology, a B for the class I bombed the exam on, and an A- from the annoying professor whose mailbox I wanted to poop in. But I’ve decided not to do that now that I’ve gotten such a good grade. Now I’ve got a couple weeks off from classes, and then I’ve got a summer course. And then 2 more semesters, and I’ll be graduating. I can’t fucking wait to get out of this place. -al
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