Wednesday, May 7, 2008

Speech Grades

$%^*&(&%@$!$$^%&(()*()*&)^&$%#$@!#$^%&%*^!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes, that's a string of pseudo-cuss words. So my lovely hard-ass speech instructor didn't give us grades for our last two major speeches. Simply bitchiness was her excuse. So she tells the class we can contact her and find out after she completes the grades. So I approached her after class and got her cell phone number. No big deal, she's offered that to the class several times on an individual basis. So she gives me her cell phone number, SHE WRITES IT DOWN FOR ME, and invites me to call her after Monday. No big deal

So Monday afternoon rolls around and that number she gives me doesn't work!!!!! I tried several times with no luck. Some weird message saying I entered the wrong code or that I mis-dialed. WTF? I've tried here and there over the previous few days and same thing. Chris, my husband thinks its hilarious, that she gave me a fake number - referencing a Seinfeld episode where Elaine gives out a wrong number on purpose. ughhhhhhhhhh...

I'm just pissed. I want those grades. Yes, I got an A in the class, but I still want feedback on all of my major speeches. This totally blows. I emailed her... we'll see if she ever responds... I doubt she will.

#$%^#$^&%^&$#%^#@$%^$&$%.... more cussing.

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Final Grades - Spring 08

Well, today was the day... final grades came out. I felt that two classes were **close** to being B's but could very well have gone to A's - AND THEY DID!!!

Four A's and one B! and I don't think that B really counts because it wasn't an undergraduate class, it was a get-up-to-college-level-remedial class.

I'm very proud of myself and I don't think I could have done this without the help of Red Bull. Perhaps I didn't go back to school before was because Red Bull wasn't in the US when I was in school previously. Read about its origins here.

Yay Me! I feel like anything is possible now! I did so well with my first full load of college!

Now to decide what I'll do this summer. I'm still torn between 2 or 3 classes. Microeconomics is the one I'm the fence about. Still time to decide.

Monday, May 5, 2008

Thursday, May 1, 2008

Testing Center Nightmare

ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! God damn I'm pissed!

These ladies who work at the testing center at my school are UN-freakin'-believable. Its the testing center, there are signs all over the place that say "shhhhhhhh" and what do they do? They talk and laugh, and people come by to talk to them where they laugh and talk even louder. And their laughs... OMG, it's loud and cackling... part of my head still hurts from hearing it. Honestly.

I felt that I was going okay on my math final, and I had mentally prepped myself for taking my time and thoroughly working through all the mutliple choices for the problems and then going back over everything, and really just being very careful and thorough. This stuff was not hard, I had a good handle on ALL of it in my practice and actual work up to that point.

But.

Those ladies made it freakin' impossible to stay in there one minute longer. Yes, its bad in the moment, but I was so ANNOYED at the scene that I had to get out of there for my own mental health.

There are signs on the door from the actual testing area to the reception area, that say very BIG, please keep the door shut... and do you think think these ladies keep that door shut as THEY come and go? NO! So, even when they're talking in normal voices, which I realize they have to as they sign in people coming in, they can be heard.

This is just horrible. I was determined to complain to someone. This is not the first time this has happened... its happened too many times. So when I left the testing center, which is basically its own two rooms in the corner of the library, I went to the library desk and asked who was in charge of the testing center. The person I asked, pointed inside, "the woman in the blue shirt" argh..... I'm not going to complain to HER, she's in there and freakin' clueless. So I ask, "who's HER supervisor?" and it was a nice woman in a yellow shirt and I explained how awful they are and inconsiderate blah blah blah, and she expressed concern, there have been problems before and they've been talked to before about this same shit. Argh. I was exasperated but tried very hard to be calm and not as pissed off as I otherwise felt.


I did LOUSY on my math final. I can't totally blame those ladies, but they did not help one bit. So it's kind of a mixed bag for me... being pissed off mad, or being down on myself for doing such a shit job on this test. :(