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Dec. 7th, 2011 10:09 pm(I know I updated yesterday, but, man, is this getting to be a stressful month and I just need somewhere to vent.)
- So, upon the tragic death of Dr. N, we didn't have class Monday or Tuesday of this week - neither the lab nor the lecture - and today was our first return to the lecture classroom since we heard about his death. And everybody is pretty much up in arms because here we are, a week before we have to take both the lecture and lab final on a very hard subject, and we didn't cover all the material (we were close to it but we didn't finish) and so we're like floundering fish on dry land.
The difficulty is no one knows what's happening now or how we can continue the normalcy for the short time we have left of microbiology. We have a professor come in - a very close friend of Dr. N's - who told us of Dr. N's death and who's going to be teaching the last few classes there are left. But while he was a very good friend of Dr. N's and knows pretty much a good portion of what Dr. N's system was, the truth of it is that he is NOT Dr. N. And therein lies the problem and hardships.
But apparently everyone else was like, "We pay money to go here, and this is not acceptable. There should be a procedure in place for when something like this happens and blah blah yadda yadda ya." God, like all these people can think about is money and I get that it's before finals week and everyone's stressed and we're all freaking out and this is college and not free education but god, again, the world is not just about us. But we are apparently a very selfish species.
- And I apparently need an English adviser. Frick. (Well, to be fair, Rodney did tell me this when I told him I wanted to pick a major, so it's not like it's surprising but I was hoping if I pretended to not know, it'd go away. Hint: it hasn't - they just e-mail you). I'm so not good at talking to professors - or ANYBODY for that matter.
- I had an extra cup of coffee today because I'm apparently useless after 10 pm and just pass out because my body apparently hates me and I can't stay up past midnight anymore. I have no idea what that is about. Except now I'm jittery and like I want to run a marathon; I am sure the crash will happen soon-ish and I will pass out and not finish studying and that will make me feel guilty in the morning. And I've been making flashcards since about five pm this afternoon and just for one class AND IT IS NEVER ENDING. SERIOUSLY IT WILL NEVER END AND I WILL LOSE WHAT'S LEFT OF MY SANITY.
So in conclusion: ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH BAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
*MORE FRUSTRATED CRIES*
- So, upon the tragic death of Dr. N, we didn't have class Monday or Tuesday of this week - neither the lab nor the lecture - and today was our first return to the lecture classroom since we heard about his death. And everybody is pretty much up in arms because here we are, a week before we have to take both the lecture and lab final on a very hard subject, and we didn't cover all the material (we were close to it but we didn't finish) and so we're like floundering fish on dry land.
The difficulty is no one knows what's happening now or how we can continue the normalcy for the short time we have left of microbiology. We have a professor come in - a very close friend of Dr. N's - who told us of Dr. N's death and who's going to be teaching the last few classes there are left. But while he was a very good friend of Dr. N's and knows pretty much a good portion of what Dr. N's system was, the truth of it is that he is NOT Dr. N. And therein lies the problem and hardships.
But apparently everyone else was like, "We pay money to go here, and this is not acceptable. There should be a procedure in place for when something like this happens and blah blah yadda yadda ya." God, like all these people can think about is money and I get that it's before finals week and everyone's stressed and we're all freaking out and this is college and not free education but god, again, the world is not just about us. But we are apparently a very selfish species.
- And I apparently need an English adviser. Frick. (Well, to be fair, Rodney did tell me this when I told him I wanted to pick a major, so it's not like it's surprising but I was hoping if I pretended to not know, it'd go away. Hint: it hasn't - they just e-mail you). I'm so not good at talking to professors - or ANYBODY for that matter.
- I had an extra cup of coffee today because I'm apparently useless after 10 pm and just pass out because my body apparently hates me and I can't stay up past midnight anymore. I have no idea what that is about. Except now I'm jittery and like I want to run a marathon; I am sure the crash will happen soon-ish and I will pass out and not finish studying and that will make me feel guilty in the morning. And I've been making flashcards since about five pm this afternoon and just for one class AND IT IS NEVER ENDING. SERIOUSLY IT WILL NEVER END AND I WILL LOSE WHAT'S LEFT OF MY SANITY.
So in conclusion: ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH BAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
*MORE FRUSTRATED CRIES*
