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Monday, November 22, 2004

Has this day turned into a good one?

I don't undersand. I will never understand. Evil-Prof-Man is beyond my comprehension.

I put forth effort in a paper, talk to him about my topic, do an all around kick-butt job and I get a bad grade.
Then I get mad at the class and Evil-Prof-Man...give him the title of Evil-Prof-Man, and avoid my second paper at all cost. I don't discuss the second paper with him. In fact I avoid the man all together. I finish writing the paper 2 days before it's due (very unlike me) and I learn from Leslie my super-editor-friend that the paper is "not at the usual Shel level." I agree, but am too irritated with the class to make changes. I hand in sucky paper. (Seriously! This is the worst paper I've written in my college career) Evil-Prof-Man gives me a 4.0 and the comment "effective, thoughtful analysis." Huh.

Now don't think for a second I'm going to change the prof's title to something like happy-nice-4.0-giving-prof-man. I'm not that easily swayed. I think I'm going to have to give him suspicious looks from now on. Clearly Evil-Prof-Man cannot be trusted. Narrows eyes at the man.

So, here's my approach for the final:
a) No studying
b) No preparing of any sort
c) No doing the reading
d) Consider showing up for the test an hour late.
I'm thinking that's the way to ensure a good grade.

I have coffee. I heart coffee. The extra caffeine running through my veins makes it easier to ignore the tickle in my throat.

Still need to read 200 pages and form a thesis by tomorrow. But don't I deserve a celebratory 4.0 watch DVDs for hours session? I think just maybe. *grins evilly*

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