In Which Our Heroine

Tremendous dynamite.

Ravelry | Goodreads | Likes
I Like:
Following:

[january by gemma correll on Flickr.]

Life. Biology, actually.

My professor is.. not much for professoring. She is a very nice lady, but she is completely incompetent and scatter-brained. Under no circumstances should she be a professor - in fact, several students have reported her to the dean (one of whom received a 64 on a final exam - instead of their B - by mistake).

School is a major source of stress for me. I worry so much that my chest hurts. I have a 4.0 right now, and this class is going to ruin it. No, grades aren’t everything, but they are fairly important. I don’t want my grades ruined because my professor is incompetent, and/or because the group of SEVEN PEOPLE that I have been forced to work with in lab cannot communicate. There are a couple good folks, but overall, we’re no good.

I have bitch face for a reason, guys. I will pull out the bitch face for reals.

  1. misschasse said: All I can say is Statistics I. I nearly died the woman was a moron. I passed. With an a. But holy crap did I want to kill myself every time I had class with her. Deep breaths.
  2. karatepop posted this