Yeah, I think I'm six weeks into college by this point. i'm not positive, it's all become one big blur. I totally fucking failed my first lath test. I got a 59. Fucking 59. Like damn teacher man, you couldn't give me one more bullshit point so that I could scrape by?! You sir, are a huge dick, thanks.
So there's that. Also, I feel like all the teaches get together and decide to put all their tests in the same three days. I had two tests last Thursday, one Friday and I'm going to have one tomorrow. I fucking give up at this point, I don't care if I pass, I just want to get them over with.
On top of which, I'm still working fucking five days a week. Like damn Penney, I'm a fucking college kid, cut me some slack. It's because I'm one of the few people in that godforsaken place to actually get shit done though. Seriously, so many of the other people, especially in kids it seems, just stand around and I'm like, "Bitch, I know there is shit to be done, how about you go do some of it for a change, thanks."
I don't know, I;m full of coffee and I'm rambling. Plus, I like the sound of keys clacking. I always have. So I'm mainly sitting here clacking keys for my own pleasure. I think I'm officially failing my math class now. I've gotten 11/20 on all three quizzes and 59/100 on the first test, so that's, what, a fifty percent? Damn I need to get my shit together. But I have an opportunity to get extra points on my next test, so I might actually try to give a damn about this class if it means I can keep myself from failing. It may be a lost cause by now, though. I'll keep you posted.
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