But I finally got my Sociology grade back! A class that I knew I would fail because well, all I think about in class is music, my English class, and hot babes.
I've always expressed my hatred for my Sociology professor but in actuality I never truly hated her (and I'm not just saying this because of my grade, promise!) just her teaching method, which consisted of teaching for thirty minutes of three hour class then assigning us over 200 pages to read and no papers to write.
Blah blah blah blah blah
She finally gave us our first exam, got that baby back and it was a C. Fuck my life. Fuck me for only studying on the three stops subway ride. I knew it was down hill from there.
2 weeks later she held conferences with us to explain how were doing, which I was dreading. Not because I "hated" her but because I never enjoyed or cared about talking/getting to know my teachers. Don't know why? I just never gave a fuck, which I regret a tiny bit now.
We talked, and talked, she smiled, I awkwardly laughed, we talked...about music! That's when I realized she's such a sweet lady who I just never really understood.
Blah blah blah
Our final was handed out, students faught with other students, phrases like "Listen, boo-boo" were thrown, and I started my exam. While other students cheated I envied and sat in hope that I would pass this even though there was no way in HELL I would. I knew maybe on answer. After sitting in the room for an hour and thirty minutes I gave up and handed in my test.
The class was over, I was thrilled.
Weeks, and weeks, and weeks, went by. Today I finally got my grade, which is a B when I totally thought I'd get a D. Holy shit, I'm, in the words of Ragan, elated!
I've always expressed my hatred for my Sociology professor but in actuality I never truly hated her (and I'm not just saying this because of my grade, promise!) just her teaching method, which consisted of teaching for thirty minutes of three hour class then assigning us over 200 pages to read and no papers to write.
Blah blah blah blah blah
She finally gave us our first exam, got that baby back and it was a C. Fuck my life. Fuck me for only studying on the three stops subway ride. I knew it was down hill from there.
2 weeks later she held conferences with us to explain how were doing, which I was dreading. Not because I "hated" her but because I never enjoyed or cared about talking/getting to know my teachers. Don't know why? I just never gave a fuck, which I regret a tiny bit now.
We talked, and talked, she smiled, I awkwardly laughed, we talked...about music! That's when I realized she's such a sweet lady who I just never really understood.
Blah blah blah
Our final was handed out, students faught with other students, phrases like "Listen, boo-boo" were thrown, and I started my exam. While other students cheated I envied and sat in hope that I would pass this even though there was no way in HELL I would. I knew maybe on answer. After sitting in the room for an hour and thirty minutes I gave up and handed in my test.
The class was over, I was thrilled.
Weeks, and weeks, and weeks, went by. Today I finally got my grade, which is a B when I totally thought I'd get a D. Holy shit, I'm, in the words of Ragan, elated!
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