This School is Fucking Ridiculous
Nov. 16th, 2005 01:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cinaedThis school truly is.
I'm having a shitty day...we had a "fire drill" at 2:30 in the morning -- and our school is so bright that they're "teaching us to remember to bring our keys" by locking the doors while we're out in the cold, shivering our asses off. I tell you, good survival skills there. Rather than, yanno, running outside and getting away from the fire, we're expected to grab our keys, even though every fire drill from childhood told us to, oh LEAVE EVERYTHING BEHIND. Fuckers.
And then I do my class schedule. Get all my classes, which was a nice surprise. I go to a meeting for a class project, go to dinner, watch a movie with Ashley, am feeling good.
Then I get back to my room, check my email, and have the PE teacher informs me I have skipped three classes and am therefore failing the class. She says I skipped 11/1, 11/8, and 11/16. Now, I admit, I skipped two classes, because the syllabus clearly says you can skip two classes, that's all.
But 11/1? That was Mindful Meditation. I went to that class, assholes. I mean, you lay there and daydream. I went to those classes, and no, I wasn't tardy.
Shitheads. So now I have to go and get this straightened out when I so didn't need this shit. I'll have to talk to Coach Wiggins and hope she remembers me in her class. If not, hope people from my class can vouch for me.
Because I am NOT failing a class for something I didn't do. I am NOT failing a class because the PE teachers here are fucking egocentric control-freaks who don't know what the hell they're talking about. I am NOT failing a fucking PE class.
.....
Screw this college and screw this shit. I am getting the hell out either this semester or next semester. I am NOT doing four years here in this hell hole.
I'm having a shitty day...we had a "fire drill" at 2:30 in the morning -- and our school is so bright that they're "teaching us to remember to bring our keys" by locking the doors while we're out in the cold, shivering our asses off. I tell you, good survival skills there. Rather than, yanno, running outside and getting away from the fire, we're expected to grab our keys, even though every fire drill from childhood told us to, oh LEAVE EVERYTHING BEHIND. Fuckers.
And then I do my class schedule. Get all my classes, which was a nice surprise. I go to a meeting for a class project, go to dinner, watch a movie with Ashley, am feeling good.
Then I get back to my room, check my email, and have the PE teacher informs me I have skipped three classes and am therefore failing the class. She says I skipped 11/1, 11/8, and 11/16. Now, I admit, I skipped two classes, because the syllabus clearly says you can skip two classes, that's all.
But 11/1? That was Mindful Meditation. I went to that class, assholes. I mean, you lay there and daydream. I went to those classes, and no, I wasn't tardy.
Shitheads. So now I have to go and get this straightened out when I so didn't need this shit. I'll have to talk to Coach Wiggins and hope she remembers me in her class. If not, hope people from my class can vouch for me.
Because I am NOT failing a class for something I didn't do. I am NOT failing a class because the PE teachers here are fucking egocentric control-freaks who don't know what the hell they're talking about. I am NOT failing a fucking PE class.
.....
Screw this college and screw this shit. I am getting the hell out either this semester or next semester. I am NOT doing four years here in this hell hole.
