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Well. Today was interesting.
Mar. 13th, 2002 02:18 pmSociology: got Monday's test back. This instructor purposefully makes his tests really hard, then keeps track of how many people miss each question, and throws out the ones that most people miss. Then we all get one point extra for each discarded question. This resulted in my getting a 59 out of 60. Aww yeah. Only three tests and no papers or homework... I so totally have this class in the bag.
Polisci: instructor never showed up. Just... never showed up. Everyone except me and one other guy left at fifteen minutes in. The one guy left about five minutes later. I wound up pencilling 2 (!) comics and leaving a business card behind.
Psych: 'bout normal.
After I got done, I went to turn in the weird and confusing little form that I for some reason have to turn in concerning my scholarship, whereas I've never had to turn that form in before. And this is my third year under this scholarship. I do so adore it when they change how they work things in the middle of the semester. As evidence of how disorganized they are, this paper spoke of the Fall 2001 semester as though it were in the FUTURE, but it was dated March 8th '02. Dorks.
Came home. Kitty was at the window that overlooks the driveway. Put my hand up to the glass, and behind it his little pink mouth opened in a silent meow. He tried to paw me, but the glass was in the way. So I ran in the house and flopped down next to him on the couch and scratched his pretty head. I love Norman.
Polisci: instructor never showed up. Just... never showed up. Everyone except me and one other guy left at fifteen minutes in. The one guy left about five minutes later. I wound up pencilling 2 (!) comics and leaving a business card behind.
Psych: 'bout normal.
After I got done, I went to turn in the weird and confusing little form that I for some reason have to turn in concerning my scholarship, whereas I've never had to turn that form in before. And this is my third year under this scholarship. I do so adore it when they change how they work things in the middle of the semester. As evidence of how disorganized they are, this paper spoke of the Fall 2001 semester as though it were in the FUTURE, but it was dated March 8th '02. Dorks.
Came home. Kitty was at the window that overlooks the driveway. Put my hand up to the glass, and behind it his little pink mouth opened in a silent meow. He tried to paw me, but the glass was in the way. So I ran in the house and flopped down next to him on the couch and scratched his pretty head. I love Norman.
