So finals week is almost upon us and like many others, I'm a bit concerned with where I stand. So I start doing the math (which I can now do thanks to my remedial math course!) and see that I'm sitting with an A, B, C, and C+ with potential to become a B. Not bad, huh?
Well I start doing the math on my "B" class which happens to be the worst class I've ever had- Ethics, and I realize that not only is my Ethics professor a pretentious prick, he somehow manages to be a sadistic asshole at the very same time. (One can only imagine the fun he's having with being able to prick his own asshole)
I've yet to find his reasoning for this, but it seems that he likes to award points for things that weren't completed or earned and make it look like you have a certain grade and then kick you in the shins and laugh while he starts deducting all those points at the end of the semester. My comfortable 86% is soon to be a less comfortable 64% if my math skills are correct (which they fucking ought to be- where do you think that A is coming from?). Not that it's entirely his fault; I was the one who earned the 64% but the part where I get pissy is when I recall the mass email sent out two weeks ago warning students of their last chance to drop a class.
Anyway, consider me fucked. That's enough to bring my GPA down enough that I won't get admitted to the University I was looking at as a backup in case this other school I'm transferring to doesn't work out.
In conclusion: Fuck you Danielle for telling me "Hehe, Ethics is fun, yay! It's all rainbows and butterflies, yaaaayyy!". Fuck you, guidance counselor for convincing me to drop English Lit for this. Fuck you "Mr. T" for obvious reasons and fuck you, me for getting a shitty grade and fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
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