TheKentRaptor

Aah! Got email from the professor of my awful criminalistics class, confiriming that my grades on the previous exams exempt me from taking the final and that I have an A in the class.

Several things

I went to this class something like five times this whole semester
I took the class Pass/Fail
The fact that I don’t have to take this exam means that I finished my formal education at about 5pm yesterday

Goals!

Ok, so:

I finished Storm of Swords last night and OH GREAT GOOGLY MOOGLY THESE BOOKS. I think I threw the book down and sort of…roared? I think that’s how you’d describe the noise I made. Whatever it was, it certainly startled and confused the boyfriend, whose response was, as always, a knowing grin and “Just keep reading!” I think I’m gonna take my first official break from the series though, to finish a hardcover book I don’t want to deal with bringing back to DC when break ends.

I finally watched the Glee Christmas episode. Darren Criss is now officially the only bearable thing about that show (and not even just because he’s so pretty), aside from the occasional appearances of Grant Gustin, and IS there a less tactful song to sing at Christmas in a homeless shelter than Feed the World, you douchebags? As you may have surmised, I found it extraordinarily meh at most points. Other points were skipped entirely due to lack of any redeeming value. Yet I cannot stop watching this show. Guilty pleasure? Extremely guilty? 25-to-Life guilty?

I’m about to finish American Horror Story. God, it’s good to have access to the internet and a big ol laptop screen of my own again. Yes, two episodes to go, and I am ON IT.

Of course all of those things are totally frivolous and I haven’t really done any of the useful productive things I need to get done before school starts again. But I have like nine days before I go back! That’s more time than I usually give myself to get more useful stuff to do than this!

Ok…American Horror Story…GO!

Or am I just a terrible person?

Is it ironic that while writing a paper about deafness, Deaf culture, and cochlear implants, I’ve got my earbuds in even when I don’t have any sound pumping through them?

So apparently, in the mind of one utterly….ARGH…professor of mine, it’s fair to spend the second half of the semester frequently reminding your class that they’re not learning any new material, and then to email them LESS THAN A WEEK BEFORE THE FINAL EXAM telling them that their exam includes a multiple choice section on subjects from before the midterm that you stopped talking about months ago, several sections that are literally identical to the homework they’ve been doing and have therefore already proved they can or cannot do, a section similar to the research project they’ve been doing all semester and have therefore already proven they can or cannot do, and a section on statistical analysis, which was taught in ONE NON-MANDATORY CLASS SESSION the DAY BEFORE THANKSGIVING BREAK, during which most of the time was spent in various arguments between this professor and the TA because the professor, shockingly, did not make herself clear to the TA about what she wanted taught, so instead of teaching the damn class by herself like it’s her damn job to DO, she just SAT THERE and kept being snide to the perfectly nice TA.

Oh yeah. Yes. Yay. Good. So glad this is happening in a four-credit class. On the same day THAT THE AFOREMENTIONED RESEARCH PROJECT PAPER IS DUE.

Gonna murder.

cuddlyjumpers:

Me, regarding the next 2~3 weeks of school.

(via writer-of-rohan)

Totally unprovoked, my old stage combat professor Robb comes up behind me and shoves me:

Me: Robb! You have to make eye contact before you do something like that, someone could have gotten hurt!
Robb: Oh, no, that was real, you were supposed to get hurt.

Can I just ask?

School started today. One of the few totally consistent things about my life for the last 16 years or so is that I have never ever ever enjoyed school. I like learning, I like doing stuff, I get really good grades, I just hate school with this inexplicable, irrational passion, and I think I always have.

People keep saying, “It’s the first day of your senior year of college! Aren’t you excited?”

No, I am absolutely NOT excited, and I’m not sure why I should be. I think the beginning of senior year is kind of the worst - you have a whole damn year of school ahead of you that you have to deal with, but on top of that, people expect you to know what you’re going to do with your life.

So the question is: WHY should I be excited that it’s the first day of senior year? Why would that ever be exciting?