Calliander, you don't post much serious stuff like you said. That's too bad. This was actually my favorite of your posts. I would rather read stuff like what you recently posted than stories of your crusade against over-zealous christian women. You know what I'm saying. I liked this rant better than any of your others. That's just one girl's opinion though.

I don't know The Commie or Honey Modem or WeezerChick so I really can't say much about any of that. Here's a girl's thoughts on girls though, if you're interested. We look for your standard stuff -- attractiveness, money, car, sense of humor, intellectual level, common interestes, you know. You look for a guy that can make you smile and carry on a good conversation and it doesn't so much matter what he looks like. But, there probably is like a minimum standard. As superficial as it is, no matter how funny a guy is, if he's mad fugly, it's hard to get past. "Minimum level" is a loose term. I'm SURE you meet the minimum level. It's pretty hard not to, for me anyhow. One thing I don't really look for, I have NEVER looked for a guy that cries. Here's where I sound like a cold hearted bitch. In my opinion though, most girls look for guys that are strong, physically and emotionally. Girls are weepy whiny emotional roller coasters, we don't need someone else like that. Don't get me wrong. If you have a day with frustration building inside you constantly and you explode into tears at the end of that day, that's fine, that's understandable. If someone dies or something else tragic happens, of course it's find to cry. But, honestly, it's a little bit of a turn-off for a guy to cry in some situations. Like, say I went to see Titantic with a guy. It's a sad movie, they all die in the end pretty much. I admit it, I cried. But if the guy that I had been with cried too, I would have been really turned off. Girls are emotional, we're supposed to cry at stupid shit like that. Guys aren't.

So yeah, don't worry about crying more. That isn't always a good thing. Then again, that's just one girl's opinion. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe there are girls out there that like guys in touch with their emotions.

So it's a little past midnight. Wilson is over in bed sleeping. We had a big fight about him coming up here this weekend and it was such a hassle. He ended up disappointing his family, having to cancel plans that he made with them, and disappointing a good friend that needed him. I'm sorry for that. But I am so glad that he came up here. I am selfish, I admit it, though you probably all thought that already. Wilson makes me so happy, happier than I've ever been, and I like to have him near me as often as possible. Living 100 miles from each other makes that difficult, especially with both of us having work or go to class or some other obligation during the week. The weekend is our only free time and I think that I've seen him almost every weekened. I'm sorry to take him from his friends and his family, but I'm so happy to be with him. I don't really know what the point of this is... I just love Wilson and love to be with him. He's a fantastic guy, like I've said many times before, and I'm lucky to have such a good relationship with him.

1212 Out.

This is a computer rant. Computer rant is not one of those choices. I chose life rant because half my life is on my computer.

I toasted my C drive. Don't ask me what happened. Ask Wilson if you must know, he's the one that fixed it for me. It was prolly my fault. I didn't mean to do it though, so it's so frustrating. I lost ALL my mp3s. That was like 15 gig of mp3s that are gone. I have lots of them on mp3s, but not all of them. A good chunk of the ones that I listen to regularly were not backed up. Yes, again my fault for not backing up my stuff, but still. Fortunately, I had just backed up my documents and I didn't lose those. Thank God. It's something like that, losing ALL my stuff that would make me any angry angry bitter person. If that happens, I should probably just kill myself because I will hate being around me and I'm sure everyone else will too.

As much as I love my computer, sometimes I really hate it. I don't trust it anymore. That's what has happened. An old computer of mine crashed on me once, back during the days that I backed up nothing. So of course, I lost everything. Man, was I an angry bitch. Here's the thing though, there was only ONE program that I used that didn't come with my computer. I lost all my files and stuff, but at least I had all the programs that I used. This time, I lost half the programs I use to. Wilson was so good to get them back for me. I don't know where I would be without him. And I don't just mean about my computer. Anyway, things are almost back to normal. There is only one more thing, no two, that I can think of that I still need. Hopefully Wilson will help me with those when he has the chance. I'm in no rush for those.

Anyway boys and girls, I think everyone that posts knows Wilson. You are lucky! He's a fantastic guy, eh? Great friend to me and I'm sure to you all as well. I'm a lucky lucky girl to have him in my life. He's smart and talented. You should all be thankful you have a great friend like him. I am!

All the time, I love Wilson. Half the time, I love my computer. Half the time I hate it. All the wime Wilson loves me. All the time, Wilson hates my computer.

1212 Out.

So I was thinking about what the world will miss now that John Ritter has passed on. Though no one will have an impact wuite like that of John, I couldn't recall much that he was in. All I could think of was the Problem Child movies, Stay Tuned, and Three's Company. Surely that's can't be it, can it? Indeed not my fellow Ritter lovers. John has a lengthy filmography dating all the way back to the early seventies. Take a look at just the nineties with me:

Tadpole (2001),
Nuncrackers (2001),
Your Aura Is Throbbing (2000),
Intimate Portrait: Joanna Kerns (2000),
Terror Tract (2000),
The '70s: The Decade That Changed Television (2000),
"Clifford the Big Red Dog" (2000),
TripFall (2000),
Intimate Portrait: Rue McClanahan (2000),
Lost in the Pershing Point Hotel (2000),
Panic (2000),
"Felicity" (1998),
Lethal Vows (1999),
It Came From the Sky (1999),
Holy Joe (1999),
A Gun, a Car, a Blonde (1998),
This Is My Father (1998/II),
Dead Husbands (1998),
Bride of Chucky (1998),
I Woke Up Early the Day I Died (1998),
Shadow of Doubt (1998),
Chance of a Lifetime (1998),
Montana (1998),
For Hope (1997),
Loss of Faith (1997),
Hacks (1997/I),
Nowhere (1997),
Dead Man's Gun (1997),
A Child's Wish (1997),
Mercenary (1997),
Sling Blade (1996),
Unforgivable (1996),
Colony, The (1995),
Gramps (1995),
Fifty Years of Funny Females (1995),
North (1994),
The Only Way Out (1993),
Heartbeat (1993),
Hearts Afire (1992),
Stay Tuned (1992),
Noises Off... (1992),
Fish Police (1992),
Problem Child 2 (1991),
The Summer My Father Grew Up (1991),
Help Save Planet Earth (1990),
The Dreamer of Oz (1990),
It (1990),
and Problem Child (1990).

Who could forget some of those memorable movies and TV specials! It truly is a sad sad world we live in now.

1212 Out.

Okay so I was down in CT this past weekend, visiting Wilson and what not. We spent some time with his friends because that's what he does when he's at home. Maybe I'm reading into things, maybe I'm not, whatever. His friends seemed a little cold towards me. This of course bothered me so I was talking to Wilson about it later when we were at his house. He said that I have no problems pissing off his friends (on Insult) all the time, so maybe they're a little mad from that. Maybe it's cause Wilson had to be on my side about the whole no one going downstairs thing even when he agreed with Pappy and Stone.

So here is my officially apology for pissing people off on Insult. There have been times when some or all of you have aggrivated me, but I thought that's what this was for, ranting and making people mad and whatever. But anyway, I'm sorry if I made you all mad.

A bigger thing though. I was thinking about the whole no one going downstairs and all that. It makes sense. You have an unconventional office set up and people could happen upon thigns they shouldn't. You need to protect the privacy of your clients and the integrity of your work. Plus it's Pappy's house and Pappy's business and if he doesn't want anyone downstairs he can say so. I understand that all now, sorry for pushing it. I don't want to be downstairs anymore. The only reason I ever did was because when Wilson works at school, I sometimes go over to his room and do my homework. However, it's a different atmosphere and environment and I understand that now. Sorry for calling your privacy issues bullshit. They're really not and I understand that now. Hope you can forgive me.

1212 Out.

While this may come as a surprise to many of you, I am Catholic. I don't go to church and I don't believe in a lot of what they teach. However, for the 20 years I've been alive, I've been raised as a Catholic. I haven't decided if I beleive what I'm about to say or not, but this is what I've been taught.

Okay, so you're Timothy McViegh and you don't like the way people are doing things. Instead of trying to make a difference RATIONALLY by writing letters or getting a petition together or something, you decided bombing a federal building is a good idea. You get caught. What should your punishment be?

Well if the person deciding your punishment is Catholic, you should get life in prison. It's a commandment that thou shall not kill. There is no fine print. God told Moses that people aren't allowed to kill. There are no exceptions. People have no right to decide the fate of another man. Only God has that right.

So you're Timothy McVeigh. You're going to be put to death. Maybe you have a change of heart, realize how terrible your actions were. You pray and beg for God's forgiveness. You make your peace with God. When you are put to death, he welcomes you home. A son that was lost, but has now come home.

All the families of the victims of Oklahoma, are you happy now? You have sent a killer to heaven for eternity. He will enjoy the rest of eternity in heaven among the angles and the saints and God himself. Is that the justice you were seeking?

Those that decided his fate, you are going to hell. You have sinned, chosen to kill a man, taken it into your own hands to decide the fate of another man. Under Catholicism, you are going to hell, not Timothy McViegh.

I don't think he deserved to die at all. What he did was terrible. He changed the lives of many people and left many victims, dead and alive. I'm not saying anything about what he did was right or anything like that. But, everything happens for a reason. Maybe one of those people he killed would have grown up to be another Hitler. Maybe one of them would have grown up to be another Mother Theresa. Who knows. Everything happens for a reason and God has a plan for everyone. If you really wanted to punish McVeigh for what he did, make him live out the rest of his life in solitary confinement or in prison or whatever. Make him live the rest of his life with what he did. Maybe he cares and feels guilty, maybe he doesn't. If he doesn't, he'll go to hell when the time comes and justice will be done. If he does, 60 more years with his guilt is worse than sending him to heaven immediately, don't you think?

Whatever, it's done now. You gave him the easy way out.

1212 Out.

It is so hot here. I can't stand it much longer. I want to go home. I want air conditioning. I want cold water. Waaah.

So the reason I'm living where I am is cause the rent is cheap. The reason the rest is so cheap they told me is cause it gets hot here. Well whatever, I can't afford any place else, I'll live with it. Yeah, my RA, we'll call Shet said at my interview that it gets this hot: you're lying on your bed butt naked with two fans pointed at you and you're still sweating. I don't think he accurately portrayed the severity of the heat here. I have four fans and I'm still hot. I have little or no clothes on and I'm still hot. The heat sucks!

Approximately 3 hours after getting home, I am just not getting to a nice temperature. What did you do, you ask me? Well, my hair is wet from nice cold water, it's wrapped in a nice wet towel. I have three fans pointed on me, one in front of the window, standing my desk behind my computer, another on the shelf next to me, and one behind me. My other fan is duct taped to the wall in front of the fan sucking cool air in from outside. I have little clothes on.

Injustice. Shet has air conditioning. Tell me how that is fair. I think tomorrow I will measure my window, buy an air conditioner, and make it fit. I'll take the window out if I have to. I have a hammer and a screw driver and I'll Macgyver the rest. I have plenty of duct tape...

1212 Out.

I have so many things to bitch about and I don't care if what I have to say is valid or not. You don't like what I have to say, fuck off. If you agree, good for you. There are so many people in this world whose opinions I can't give a shit less about. There are only a few people whose perceptions of me actually make a difference and have a possibility of making me change.

So I'm up at school taking a class over summer session. The class is pretty interesting and I have that intense motivation because this is the beginning of the class. I'm sure it will fade. Anyhow, other than the class, I tutor. That's how I make money to buy food and all that stuff. Right now I only work a few hours a week. With only the one class and only a little work, I'm getting bored really fast. There are only a few people up here that I know. One is a guy that was in the math class that I was a TA for. He's really nice and all, but he's got his own friends and 3 other classes to do work for. It isn't really a situation where I could just go hang out with him. The other person that I know is a guy that lived on my floor freshman year. He was in a class with me then. He's the one that told me about the place I'm living. Anyhow, he's nice enough, but I can only take him in small doses. He's very abrasive. I just wouldn't hang out with him either. So, I could make more friends? No, I don't like people in general and I don't like making friends. It's too much effort and I don't like the pay off. That sounds harsh and bitchy, but I don't care. It's the truth. I already have friends that I like and that I value. I'm not about to go and replace them.

Speaking of friends, here's a thought. Some people say that your college friends are the ones that you'll value throughout your life and everything. Frienships made in college can last a life time, etc. I think that's crap. I think high school friends are the ones that really matter. For the most part, I hate all the people I've met at college. My one really good friend from freshman year was the girl who I decided to room with and we are on less than good terms now. Don't get me wrong, I have friends here and people I can turn to, I just don't like most of them. The most important person to me that I didn't know two years ago would be Wilson. But what would happen if Wilson and I broke up? Chances are I'd never talk to him again. Not intionally, I just don't think that Wilson and I will ever break up on good terms. I guess my closest friends at school (other than Wilson) would be his friends and acquaintences -- Pappy, Preacherman, danz0r, Caniprokis, etc. But, can I really call any of them friends? Probably not. How often do I spend any time with them without Wilson? Once and it was a disaster. How often do I confide in them? Rarely. I rant about shit and I don't keep much to myself anymore, but that isn't the same as confiding. How often do they confide in me? Rarely if ever. Most of Wilson's friends won't even talk to me if they have a problem with me. They run to Wilson and ask him to talk to me.

I don't like my friends and I don't like people in general. I have a few good friends from high school and I'm starting to grow away from them. I can always go back to them and we can pick up where we left off but I have decreasing patience for this. Ashley is the closest of my high school friends and sometimes I feel like a very small part of her life. Whatever.

I hate the heat. I like temperatures of high 60s. I like a cool breeze and weather condusive to wearing jeans and a short sleeve shirt. I don't like being hot. I definately don't like sweating. I used to like swimming a lot. I still do, but now I don't like to swim with people which takes some of the fun out it. I'm too fat and I don't like how I look in a bathing suit which is why I don't swim with other people too much. This sucks.

This summer is sucking so far. I don't see Wilson or my friends enough. My friends are all doing their own separate things, so it's not just because I decided to stay at school. Katie went to Venice, and everyone else works a lot. Melissa has Mike and is with him constantly too, so that doesn't help. The only people I want to see are my parents and Wilson. To see my parents requires driving for 5 hours (round trip) which I'll probably do every other weekend or whatever. Seeing Wilson requires driving 3 hours (round trip). I'd see him more often, but I hate his job.

Yeah, so I guess I'll go ahead and rant about it. Wilson doesn't like to talk to me about it cause he's tired of the subject. I'll probably end up pissing you off, but get over it. I think the whole secrecy stuff is bullshit. I don't see what the big deal is or what you're trying so hard to protect. So what if I see stuff. What am I going to do with the knowledge? Absolutely nothing. I'd never have the chance to talk to your clients and tell them how I know something about them. What the fuck is the big deal? Your precious little basement is off limits? Okay, fine. You don't like that I read your contract? What if I was a contracting party? Then I'd have every right and the responsibility to read it. I don't see why you need to protect that either.

Maybe one of my big problems with all your secrecy and privacy is that I don't think its necessary. I worked at a law firm for 2 years. There wasn't this degree of secrecy there. I had access to all the case files. I even helped my boss make graphs for a firm meeting, making those graphs included seeing the firm finances and all that. We worked on real estate files and I had access to more than I needed to know about lots of people, and a lot of people that I knew from my town and what not. I just think you go way overboard with all your secrecy.

Its too bad too, because it's a small issue between me and Wilson. I would go and see him more, but I don't want to put up with the bullshit. When I am there, I would expect that he spend time with me and not work. Its unfortunate that the two have to be mutually exclusive.

I hate my bed here. It sags in the middle and I wake up in so much pain. My back hurts immensely. The showers here suck too. It takes 15 minutes for them to warm up to a temperature that doesn't mate my nipples rock hard. Yeah it's summer (almost) and it's hot, but that doesn't mean I want an ice cold fucking shower.

So people suck and the heat sucks. I want to see Wilson more. I'm pissy. Fuck everyone and everything.

1212 Out.

So I had that interview with Hillel House and I'll all set to move in there. Here's the problem. Can't move in until June 3 at 11:00 am. Have to be out of my dorms by May 25 at 6:00 pm, May 27 at 3:00 pm by the latest. Yes, that means I'm homeless for a week. If I had know I was going to have to drag all my shit home one way or the other, I would have registered to take educational psych at Bridgewater State College and just lived at home. It would have been cheaper and I could eat chicken on my rice if I wanted!

Chicken on rice. Yes, Hillel House is Jewish. The Community Kitchen is Kosher. That means, I can keep dairy there and grains, but no meat. If I want to eat rice, cool. If I want to put chicken on that rice, I can't do it in the kitchen. I can eat whatever I want in my room, but no meat and stuff in the kitchen. Bah, not that I'm even that much of a meat eater, but bah.

Back to the housing thing. So I have no place to put my stuff for a week. Stress stress stress. Then, the grandmother of the boy I tutor twice a week offered to let me keep my stuff there and even stay with them for most of the week. Isn't that nice? I've been tutoring this boy since about the end of April, so she really doesn't know me all that well, yet she opened up her house to me because she felt bad. You don't find too many people in this world that are that nice. She's letting me keep my stuff in her garage. That was such a load of my mind, let me tell you! It's nice that there are some people out there who are so giving and generous especially to a population (college kids) that gets stereotyped so badly.

Calliander hunny, what you're singing is the quadratic formula, not the pythagorean theorem. The Pythagorean Theorem is a squared plus b squared equals c squared. But yes, the song may be silly, but you still remember it and that's all that really matters so it worked. It served it's purpose well.

About the change this, oh god, there are so many dumb people out there. Let me just tell you, I worked at a Dunkin Donuts for a few years while I was in high school and I also worked at a local ice cream stand for a few years in high school. I would train people and try to teach them to count the change back from what was charged to make what the customer paid with. For example, if it came to $17.36, I'd say give them the change and say "that makes 18" and then count the two dollars back "nineteen, and twenty" so they know that the change you gave them is the correct change. Some people just didn't get it. My manager even told me not to bother, just tell them to count back the change like "one, two dollars and sixty four cents." This is basic math people. Come on. People that can't count back change, you wonder what else they're messing up cause they're just too dumb.

Which reminds me, I hate dumb people. I mean people that don't try. If you have a learning disability or whatever, then that's something different. I hate it when people just convince themselves that they are not smart enough to learn something. No matter what it is. If you aren't going to have confidence in yourself, who should? The saying goes something like, whether you think you can or think you can not, you are right.

So that girl just moved home. She didn't even say anything else to me after that. I don't know how her test went... hope it went well. She was smart and she knew what she was doing. Oh well.

Well, back to stealing songs and making CDs in an effort to not study physics. 1212 Out.

Well today is Tuesday. I have one more final on Thursday and then I am officially finished with the semester. For all intents and purposes, though, I am done now. The last final I have is physics. It's an optional final. If I don't take it, I have a BC. If I do, there is a chance I could get a B or even an AB. What the hell, I'll take it. I'm not studying for it though. I fucking hate physics and a BC is good enough for me. I don't know the stuff and I don't want to learn if. If I can pull off a B, yay for me. If not, oh well. Glad it's done and I'll never have to take another physics lecture again. I do have to take the lab though...good god damn, I hate this school sometimes.

So the end is near. I got a B in differential equations which isn't what I wanted, but I won't complain. I'm hoping for an A in stats and an A in proofs. I am thinking AB or even A for bio. Hopefully a B or AB in econ. And hopefully a B in physics. That's all six classes. I should be able to get out of the semester with a 3.0 average which isn't too bad at all. I was aiming for a bit higher, but hey, I slack like nobody's business so I really can't complain.

Summer session is starting soon and I'm looking forward to that. I'll only have one class, educational psych, so I will be happy with nothing less than an A. I'm also looking forward to next semester. I'm just glad to be done with this one. Not that it was bad or anything, it's just near the end and I want to cut the cord, just be done with it already, rip the bandaid off, say goodbye.

As of this Friday at 6:00 p.m., 66 hours from now if my calculations are correct, I will be homeless. I still have no definate place to live and I have to admit that bothers me a bit. For weeks I've been worrying about how I was going to pay for housing and how I didn't want to have to use my savings from this year. Now I know I'll be able to pay for it with the tutoring I've been doing and with my tax return, I already have all my rent for the summer (assuming I can get ones of the places I'm looking at). Well, I have my interview with the place I really want tomorrow (Wednesday) at 2:00, so hopefully I will have good news by then. Otherwise you'll all get to hear about it!

Okay, now for a small rant. I don't know how many of you are math people and if you'll understand or even care about what I'm saying. It seems that you're mostly English people, but I'm assuming that you've taken some calculus. Most schools require it. Anyhow, so I was tutoring this girl for math 127 (calculus for like bio majors and stuff, not for math majors or people that will need a whole lot of complex math in their careers). So she hasn't been to class in a while and she doesn't take good notes. She couldn't tell me how far she'd gotten and what's she's supposed to know and what she hasn't been taught yet. [I didn't want to confuse her by going further than the class covered.] So anyhow, we went over her exams and the practice exam for the final. I did all the problems the way that I was taught and the way most people who know calculus would do them. I showed her what I was doing, explained things until she seemed to have a good understanding. Blah blah blah. So I worked with her from about 7:00 until midnight (and keep in mind that I had an 8:00 am final the next day). So we worked for about 4.5 hours (at $20/hours that's $90 for me - ca ching). By the end of it, she seemed to know what she was doing and was hoping to do well on the exam. This was all last night. So I get up this morning and there is email from her. She says she's a little upset because I taught her "the wrong way" to do everything. After she left me, she studied with her roommate who had gone to a review session. Apparently, for all the integration problems I had taught her, the professor had taught them to use F(int). Instead of teaching integration, the professor had taught them to use their calculators to integrate for them. That's fucking useless. That's like your English teacher telling you how to download a paper from the internet (or telling you to have Stone write it for you) instead of teaching you how to write. Anyway, she was all mad at me for teaching her the wrong way to do the problems. I wrote back and told her that I wasn't giving her any of her money back. I taught her calculus, not math 127. Doing it the way I showed her would get her the correct answer with a better understanding. Whatever, it makes me mad that people take the easy way out. It makes me even madder when teachers JUST teach the easy way. Hey, I'm all for shortcuts and tricks and whatever, but there is something to be said for knowing how to do it the right way too.

So Crapster sucks now, but AudioGalaxy is good. I like it, I like stealing music. I don't like paying for things that I can somehow steal, or "borrow". I'm cheap, I prefer thrifty. I don't care.

I'll be posting over the summer too cause I'll be in this ghost town taking a class. Well, at least until July 13ish. Then who knows where the hell I'll be.

Had dinner tonight at the Outback with Wilson, Pappy, and Preacherman. I hate DC food, it sucks so bad. I like home cooked meals. Restaurants aren't bad either.

Nothing else useful to say. 1212 Out.

I don't know, part of me just doesn't like the idea of final exams. It could be because I am a lazy fuck and I don't want to study. But also, I think it's most ... I don't know, more betterer to have assignments all throughout the semester and evaluate my progress over the 3 months rather than give me one shot to prove that I have learned enough. I hate it when finals are worth more than like 25%. I mean, I think my stats final -- the one that Pappy and Wilson already took, is worth 40%. I have done all my homework and done it well. I did well on the midterm. If I do well on the project, but not on the final, it would mean the difference between an A and a C. That's shittastic in my opinion.

Bah. In other news, I took the physics exam and by some miracle, some divine fucking intervention, I got an 87, possibly a 91. (Is it blasphemous to use the modifier "fucking" with the phrase "divine intervention"?) Anyhow, by divine intervention, I mean that I learned to cheat well. I have learned nothing more than how to cheat the system and get a good grade and learn nothing. Ha ha. I showed you!

Yes yes, college, pursuit of knowledge, I've only really cheated myself. I know all this and unfortunately I don't give a rat's poop. If I can get out of this with a BC or even a B, that would be fucking fantastic. If I can't and I have to retake it, I'll learn it then.

So I'll bore you now with some discussion about my grade and why I'm a little pissed that I did so well on this exam. See, if I had failed this last exam miserably like I did with the other two exams, I would know that I can't do well for the semester so I would know I'd have to retake the class and I could just skip the final. Now, however, there is a possibility that if I do well enough, he'll drop one of my bad grades, and the rest (two exams, classtalk, and owls) will average out to a B. So now, I really have no justification for not taking the final. Argh. I just wanted to be done with school!

Can anyone teach me microeconomics before Saturday at 10:30. Hmm, I should learn that. Damn, 8:00 am classes suck shit. I don't know what I was thinking...

In other news, I have found that I can mix alcohol with my medication if I only drink 1 bitch beer. 1 (or 2) of my happy pills + 1 bitch beer (Mike's) = happy little tipsy feeling. This is a new thing for me since I used to get heartburn and a belly ache before getting any buzz from drinking, now 1 beer is good for me.

Wait wait, nevermind, this was supposed to be about school. Yes, finals suck and I don't want to take them. I'd rather do my homework all semester and take chapter tests or quizzes or whatever.

In the math class that I am a TA for, there are three exams and the final, all weighted equally. There is homework for every night that counts for absolutely nothing. Attendance gives you 2 bonus points if you miss less than three classes. So you have 3 bad nights in the entire semester and you could fail math. Whether you pass or fail is all dependent on 4 exams. Three months work could be for nothing if you don't do well on the exams. That sucks.

Life is unfair, wah wah.

Speaking of unfair, Pappy busted his balls doing the physics Owl homework and everything and thought he'd do well on the exam. I mean he even read part of the book, read part of the book! I didn't even buy the damned thing. He worked relatively hard and it didn't pay off as well as it should. I did nothing but cheat in any way that I could think of, and I did better. That's hardly fair.

For any of you that still have finals left, I feel your pain and I wish you luck. For those of you who are already done, eat poop. For those of you just starting a new summer semester or something, I'll feel your pain in about 2 weeks when I start mine.

1212 Out.