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This poor ij... never gets updated.
actually it does, just with private entries. I keep stashing unfinished rp apps and such in it.
It's a source of frustration that I consistently get A's or B's on every piece of work (except in the art department because one one ever gets As or Bs in the art department due to the professors therein being mad like hatters deprived of tea parties), yet my grades are always C's. Due to attendence. Yes, because clearly my attendence is totally affecting my understanding of the subject *points at the work again*. Yep. Clearly. .... I hate the fact this school has an attendence policy, and I have severe asthma.
There are days where walking across campus is not an option, and i haven't mastered teleportation and we aren't a huge enough school to have a campus tram. The profs' general suggestion? Oh, well, give us a thing that says you went to the ER. O.o "I have a nebulizer at home. I don't visit the ER. That's expensive. Much like school." "... Well, could you go see a doctor?" "... Look, here's the empty nebulizer dose." "...Sorry, we can't excuse that absence." "Here's my dr's written affirmation that i do in fact have severe asthma." "Oh dear. That still does not excuse the day in question." .... See, this is why I rock the hell out of online classes- I always have straight As in online classes, but not every class can be an online class.
I'm not asking much- I'm just asking that could they please just work with me about this? Like, oh, I don't know, grade me based on my homework? But whatevs. My second major's professors have been able to understand and help me when my health is an issue. Which would be how my second major is now my only major and I just dropped Major 1 into a minor. It sucks because I was so close to having a double major but... things happen. And it helped my GPA like you wouldn't believe.
Now to explain to my parents that I have to delay graduation by ANOTHER semester. For one class. omfg one class. One class! o.O
This is why I hate school! Not the school parts, but the total random crap that goes wrong with it. If I could just have my friends here, the setting, and have gotten grades that reflected my actual learning curve more often.
The Worst Classes I've Had So Far:
actually it does, just with private entries. I keep stashing unfinished rp apps and such in it.
... so agos is coming back together after falling apart. We're debating a re-vamping of the setting- not big just a slight rewind so we would be picking a king instead of inaugurating one. Due to the person who plays King William having disappeared without a trace. For a month. So it's time for a new king anyway- I mean, he's got twin daughters who are 6 and then a 5 year old son. We know what happens to little boys who become king of Westeros. There isn't even any point in making him a crown cause he won't last long. Of course, the player might show up tomorrow... right.
I don't like being evil, but the rules are the rules, right? You have a month and then we the mods have free reign to maim, slaughter, kill, mutilate or in some other way take your character out. King William's got a good chance of being thrown into the Black Cells, I suppose. Or perhaps surprise!decapitation? Wouldn't be the first Stark taken out that way. Or he could be kidnapped and sold into slavery by rampaging IronBorn. ... Actually I ought to have Princess Martell mention that idea to Lord Greyjoy.
IT's also been suggested that I declare the heads of the major houses and NPC. O.o I don't want them! Besides, we all know my whimsical nature as a mod, and it would not end well. As it is, my players should be very happy I haven't just decided that rocks fell and that's how we lost people. Or Ninja Ice Zombie Pirates From Beyond the Wall (not as un-canon as one might suppose really).
How on earth did I think modding this monster would be a good idea?
Anyway, whatever. This journal looks doomed to be rp-centric. I spend too much time over at summersdream on livejournal, which is where you can find the details of my strange little life as a collegiate. Omg, I suck so much at being a student. You have no idea. At all. It's not my fault entirely! I mean, I am intelligent, I just... don't seem to do well in academia. For one thing, there's the asthma issue. I don't like being evil, but the rules are the rules, right? You have a month and then we the mods have free reign to maim, slaughter, kill, mutilate or in some other way take your character out. King William's got a good chance of being thrown into the Black Cells, I suppose. Or perhaps surprise!decapitation? Wouldn't be the first Stark taken out that way. Or he could be kidnapped and sold into slavery by rampaging IronBorn. ... Actually I ought to have Princess Martell mention that idea to Lord Greyjoy.
IT's also been suggested that I declare the heads of the major houses and NPC. O.o I don't want them! Besides, we all know my whimsical nature as a mod, and it would not end well. As it is, my players should be very happy I haven't just decided that rocks fell and that's how we lost people. Or Ninja Ice Zombie Pirates From Beyond the Wall (not as un-canon as one might suppose really).
How on earth did I think modding this monster would be a good idea?
It's a source of frustration that I consistently get A's or B's on every piece of work (except in the art department because one one ever gets As or Bs in the art department due to the professors therein being mad like hatters deprived of tea parties), yet my grades are always C's. Due to attendence. Yes, because clearly my attendence is totally affecting my understanding of the subject *points at the work again*. Yep. Clearly. .... I hate the fact this school has an attendence policy, and I have severe asthma.
There are days where walking across campus is not an option, and i haven't mastered teleportation and we aren't a huge enough school to have a campus tram. The profs' general suggestion? Oh, well, give us a thing that says you went to the ER. O.o "I have a nebulizer at home. I don't visit the ER. That's expensive. Much like school." "... Well, could you go see a doctor?" "... Look, here's the empty nebulizer dose." "...Sorry, we can't excuse that absence." "Here's my dr's written affirmation that i do in fact have severe asthma." "Oh dear. That still does not excuse the day in question." .... See, this is why I rock the hell out of online classes- I always have straight As in online classes, but not every class can be an online class.
I'm not asking much- I'm just asking that could they please just work with me about this? Like, oh, I don't know, grade me based on my homework? But whatevs. My second major's professors have been able to understand and help me when my health is an issue. Which would be how my second major is now my only major and I just dropped Major 1 into a minor. It sucks because I was so close to having a double major but... things happen. And it helped my GPA like you wouldn't believe.
Now to explain to my parents that I have to delay graduation by ANOTHER semester. For one class. omfg one class. One class! o.O
This is why I hate school! Not the school parts, but the total random crap that goes wrong with it. If I could just have my friends here, the setting, and have gotten grades that reflected my actual learning curve more often.
The Worst Classes I've Had So Far:
I have to laugh about how one of the classes I worked my ass off in is still one of my worst grades- I worked myself frantic and spent a semester so stressed I was constantly crying, and I got a D. I was so happy with that D. I didn't flunk! I still haven't figured out why we had to take that class but oh well-- and actually attendance wasn't a problem that semester it was purely my total ineptness in that subject. The subject? Film. For each project we had to write, direct, film, edit and dub it. My editing? Good. My actual skill in setting up a scene and filming it? TOTAL SUCK. I can write it and edit it but omfg don't ask me to film the damn thing.
Another interesting thing is the programming class which I got A's on every single thing, the whole class was online, and then the last project was in a group. ... The professor moved me out of one group and into another without telling me. .... yeah that was fun. The new group were so ahead they'd already finished. I calculated the grades, realized that without the final project I would have a C. I didn't bother. ... Heck, one class I had the final down as Wed instead of Tues and so I didn't take it at all. I ran to the prof, panicking like whoah, and she was laughing- she's like "Uh, if we put down a 0 for the final... you have an A." Hey, less stress for me!
The history class where the professor graded us all down at least one letter grade on every test because of grammar. A timed essay test. Where he wanted you to fill a Blue Book in one hour. With perfect grammar, spelling and punctuation. Riiight. That's perfectly reasonable and quite understandable. Oh, shall I mention this class was on English History: Stone Henge to Versailles. ... And that the professor's pet project was to make everything in the history of England relate directly to the wool trade. Including the Druids. And Stone Henge. And The 100 Years War. Also? English Chivalry. Possibly the Order of the Garter was some esoteric reference to sheep as well. Okay, not the last bit. However, if I got out my notes, I'm pretty sure I could explain to you how the 100 Years War, English Chivalric Ideals, Druids, and quite possibly that non-revolution with William and Mary (omg what was that called? I used to know this stuff! Before I had that class...) are all about sheep. ... I've tried to forget that class.
Oh, bonus on that one: The prof involved was not only mad about sheep and grammar, he was slightly deaf so he shouted his lectures, which were then interupted occasionally but trumpetting snorts that kept reminding me of Napoleon from Animal Farm. It was just a tad distracting. There was no end of tylenol involved with that semester.
Oh, bonus on that one: The prof involved was not only mad about sheep and grammar, he was slightly deaf so he shouted his lectures, which were then interupted occasionally but trumpetting snorts that kept reminding me of Napoleon from Animal Farm. It was just a tad distracting. There was no end of tylenol involved with that semester.
Most other nightmare courses have been more mild. The Java class that was taught without a textbook, by a perfectly nice Indian instructor whose accent I was totally unable to decipher and who could not explain things anyway and then my computer got a virus, nommed my final project the night before it was due and I spent the day crying but scraped by with the lowest C to ever be a C on the sheer power of my rough unfinished draft and giving the presentation without crying.
... or the class Freshman year which we all affectionately called "Chinese Water Torture"- it was a class on basic computer skills like how to bold text in MS Word or justify paragraphs in MSWord, or make a table in Excel. ... This was taught via a computer program, which would take control of the cursor, move it at the speed of drunken snails across the screen to the appropriate button, and on through the process. Then you must repeat it. The program would take over again, add a step- again at the speed of drunken snails. This was the point when you realized that you were doomed, you had fallen into a Hell dimension, and this was to be your eternal punishment for that time in kindergarten when you stole Kiki's watermelon ringpop. The urge to scream became overwhelming, your teeth started grinding on edge and by the time you got to step three you were contemplating how hard you would have to throw yourself against a desk to cause your own death.
There was the last semester's course that was a faux-internship where I ran back up against a professor who hates me. I'm not sure if I like slept with her husband in a past life or what, but wow that was unpleasant. Then we actually worked with advertising agency people and I realized that I cannot do that for a living or I will die and die and die. And die again. I will be an undead zombie shambling around with coffee and a fake smile and babbling nonsense catch-phrases. I think I'll take the 'or death.' Okay, maybe she didn't like me because she's all "yay! Advertising!" and I sat there going "O.O Noes! Advertising!"