Retold

Know how I said I wanted the weekend back?  Yeah, well, this was not what I had in mind.  This weekend has just been one grueling, unhappy extension of an unhappy week.  It all started out bad, it’s ending a little better, but every day that comes and goes is one day closer to speech giving doom (aka Thursday).  I logged onto Blackboard on Tuesday to check on my classwork only to find out that I had had a weekly quiz due Monday.  This wasn’t total user error on my part, it was partially my professors fault for sending me an email that said it was due on Tuesday.  He accepted it late, against his policy, but guess what… I failed the damn thing anyway.  Great.  Then, I spent all of Wednesday studying and writing the weekly assignments for my film studies class (in which I failed the weekly quiz).  Wednesday night/Thursday was spent researching and writing the outline for my speech so my professor could critique it before it was due.  Friday was spent fixing it so I could turn it in and get the best possible grade.  God, I hate summer classes.

Then, last night, while fretting over my impending mid-term deadline for my speech class, I realized it was the 21st and I had missed my damn Writing Proficiency Exam, which was on the 18th.  This was one of my last chances to take it and still graduate in December and I screwed it up!  I can still take it in the fall, it’s offered once ever semester, from what I can tell, but that doesn’t make me any happier about it.  I really needed to, and was looking forward to, getting the damn thing out of the way.  No such luck.  I spent so much time working on/fretting over my schoolwork for my two summer one online classes (one of which goes the whole summer, oh the joy) that I just plain forgot about it.  I really needed to make a note to myself or something.  I have this little white dry erase board with a cork border (which I love, but bought because I could use it to cover up a small hole in the wall put there years ago when the movers carelessly dropped a chair, which rocked back and punched a hole).  I should have written it on there in big pink letters: WRITING PROFICIENCY EXAM YOU CANNOT POSSIBLY FAIL, THURSDAY, JUNE 18th!  DON’T FORGET, STUPID!!!

Unfortunately, I forgot to write it down.  I clearly have issues worthy of psychiatric help.  So now, I have to wait for the fall semester and hope like hell I both remember to go take the stupid thing and pass it.  If I fail at either of those tasks, I don’t graduate in December.  Sometimes, I really hate college… though only when I’m not really enjoying it.  It’s a delicate balance.

For now, I’m just waiting for my assignments from last week to come back with another mediocre grade on them, as I think my professor for film studies doesn’t much like me.  It could be paranoia, but I don’t think so.  When I post on the discussion board, he tells me I’m wrong, he’s never given me full credit.  I don’t know, maybe he’s just like this, but it’s not promoting awesome relations between he and I.  I wrote him asking what I might do to improve my chances of a good grade, hopefully he’ll tell me if I’m doing alright, and if not, well, what I can do to fix it.  I like the class, I just wish I understood it better.

Okay, I think I’m done bitching.  This should explain where I’ve been this last week and why there’ve been no updates.  Every waking moment is spent doing school work and I will be SO glad when my speech class is over!  I like the professor, she’s awesome, but I’m spending half my summer terrified and it’s not good for my ulcer.  Also, if you come here expecting to find cheer, I might be a little short on that until, oh, say mid-December.  Though I might try to squeeze some in from time to time, when I’m not bitching about schoolwork.  I will be so glad when I can go to grad school!

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…..`·.¸.·Kristyn