Wait... seriously now?!

*talking to my specialization advisor about why I'm in the art class that I'm in.*
Me: I dunno really, my other advisor just said I needed it so I said ok.
Advisor: hmm.... *looks something up* You're probably in it because you need the WC.
Me: What's WC?
Advisor: Western Civilizations
Me: .... I took a Western Civ class.
Advisor: No, you....
Me: At [my other school]. I took it over the summer.
Advisor: *looks something up* Oh, oh. You do already have your WC. I don't know why your other advisor said you needed it. It doesn't look like you do.
Me: So... I know I need the art credit, and I honestly don't think I'm going to pass this class. I mean, I S/U'd it so it wouldn't affect my GPA, but I don't think I'm going to pass it.. So is there a different art class I could take that isn't.... anything like this one?
Advisor: Well.... it looks like there's an Intro to Drama course you could take instead... but talk to your other advisor first just to make sure.

SO. I'm in this art class that's really freaking stressing me out to my breaking point... Like, not even kidding you, I cry about this class sometimes because I'm just that freaking stressed out by it.... AND I DON'T EVEN NEED TO BE IN IT. I S/U'd it. So it doesn't matter what I get. If I pass, I get the credit. If I don't, I don't get the credit. But either way it doesn't affect my GPA. Which is good. And hello, stress = gone. I don't care. I don't care about this class any more. I'm still gonna go to class. I'm still gonna do the research paper (10 pages really isn't that bad if you break it down and just get 1 page written every day for 10 days). I'm still gonna try on the tests and try to pass them. But I just don't care. I don't want to be in the class. I don't need to be in the class.

God I got so screwed over when I transferred. I mean, look at this.
I'm in an art class I don't need.
I'm in a history I don't need (cuz I took basically the same course already).
I'm in a psych class I already took.
The only class I'm in that I should need to be in is my physics class. But I need to be in the others (except the art class) because the credits didn't transfer right. YAY. I love getting screwed over with credits. It's my most-est favorite-est thing ever in the whole wide world! (sarcasm, my readers, sarcasm.)

In other news. Teacher #2 is going to be back to teaching my physics class on Monday! Did I tell you guys about that super happy fun story? No? Ok, well.

Teacher #1 got offered a better job and left.
Teacher #2 got in a really bad car/bike accident,
Teacher #3 told us that the class was too basic and that he didn't want to teach it anymore.
Teacher #4 is teaching lab now, while teacher #3 is still teaching lecture.

But teacher #2 is coming back, which is a really really good thing because he's the best teacher we've had so far for this class! I'm still mad at teacher #1 though for leaving. Because really, who the heck just up and leaves 3 weeks into the semester? I mean, I don't care if you get offered a better job. No. You freaking STAY and stick it out for the semester for the sake of your freaking students so they don't have to go through 4 different teachers with 4 different teaching styles. You stay so your students can understand the work they're doing and do good in the class and pass the class. Hey teacher #1, do you know what the class average was for our first test?? A 65. Yeah. Great, huh? Thanks for leaving. Jerk. At least teacher #2 left for a good reason. He was in the hospital. He would have stayed if he could have, but he couldn't. You, teacher #1 could have stayed. And you know what, teacher #2 is coming back to us. He cares about us, unlike you. You obviously couldn't have cared less. And when you left like that, a lot of people lost a lot of respect for you because we were your first class EVER and you couldn't be bothered with us. But whatever, I guess. Whatever.

Also, my campus is haunted. Which is awesome. There's SO many ghost stories about here, and I love love LOVE that!! I don't know about other people, but I really love being scared by stuff like that. Ghost stories, scary movies, roller coasters, haunted houses.... I love it all. (I put roller coasters in there because they're scary and amazing and you get such an adrenaline rush, which is really great fun!)

Ok. Sleep. I'm spending the majority of the day tomorrow doing research and writing. Yeahhhhh funnn.... Whatever, it's life. It's COLLEGE life. It's so different here than a 2 year school. I did 2 years at a community college, and that was easy. I was like "Yeah, easy, whatever. I got this." Now I'm here at a 4 year school and I'm like "shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit." Actually, not like that. Because I don't swear. Well, I try not to. So I'm probably more like "AHHHH OMG I HATE THIS MY BRAIN IS GOING TO EXPLODE!!!!!" But you know. College life. I love it. No, but really, I do. It doesn't matter how hard my classes and and the work is, I love it here so much.

So yeah. I don't wanna go to sleep yet, but I am. So.... Night guys! :)

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