Friday, December 17, 2004
in a really shitty turn of events...
The cheerleading coach won't let me try out because I have a class on Tuesday nights, when they have practices (though there are at least two others every week). This is the most ludicrous thing I've ever heard of, but I have yet to find a way around it.
I don't want to discuss it anymore because it's terribly depressing.
My exam went pretty well. One of the girls in my class came in fifteen minutes late, wrote for half an hour, and left. This was supposed to be a two-and-a-half hour exam, with about 15 pages of writing needed to do it right, and she left after HALF AN HOUR! She's either really slow or just a total fucking moron. I guess that really amounts to the same thing. I refuse to consider the possibility that she writes insanely fast.
I got 87% from Professor Dolt on my paper for that class. Guess I showed him.
Looks like I'm graduating this year. Yay. I'm much less enthusiastic about it than I hoped I would be.
Ran into a friend from high school at the gyme. He was a total punk in high school (and apparently had a crush on me). He used to drive his car really fast and wear baggy pants and skip class and generally act like an idiot. Now he's somehow in fourth-year computer engineering and is damn polite (and not bad-looking either). I'm convinced he's probably still a bit of a punk at heart.
Prof G. told me that his wife recoiled when he told her my suggestion for a Christmas gift for their 12-year-old daughter. I had recommended the Betty Smith book A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, because it's one of my favourite books ever, and she laughed at it. I don't like her anymore, and I haven't even met her. I can't figure it out. She's either a big snob, hasn't actually read the book, or takes issue with it for some reason. I know many of you have read this book, so which do you think it is?
I could go on talking about my boring day, but that would be boring.
So see ya.
-N
