two more weeks of classes

Older men’s conversations are the most interesting to eavesdrop on.  Always position your table in a restaurant accordingly.

I hate it when my dogs are at the groomers because then who’s going to clean up my food when I drop it on the floor?  Me?

Hope you all had a lovely Easter Sunday full of guiltless candy and sweet bunnies and remembrance of the a miracle that saved humanity. ♡

kaylamariesmiley:

syphilyssa:

i really like it when boys look nice in suits like wow a+ you can wear that to my bedroom

Hahahahaha well newsflash boys don’t wear stuff for women so don’t dictate what they should wear and what they shouldn’t wear that’s oppressive and also stop objectifying them they’re not put on this earth to please you

Funny part is they actually do sometimes because yesterday my coworker and her husband fought but when he came to pick her up from work, he went full on suit and tie and brought flowers and sat and waited for her in the Target cafe lobby and everyone went, “AWWWWW.”

Because it was cute and sweet and he was doing something for her becuase he knew he’d messed up.

And there’s nothing wrong with a girl who wants to do that for her guy either.

If she wants to dress up for him then she can, and if he wants to dress up for her he can (BECAUSE HE GETS THAT THAT IS A REALLY COOL THING THAT MORE GUYS SHOULD DO), and that’s really cool.

Easy for you to say, VS.

~~~♥♥♥ School Rant Time, Everybody ♥♥♥~~~

So community college is really confusing because I get these huge assignments that seem like a big deal, like they want a ton of research and a lot of writing, but they’re also asking personal opinion questions.  Like all the time.  I spent my entire high school years getting it hammered into me to NEVER use “I” when writing a formal paper, and I always understood that that was exaggerated there were going to be cases when I needed to, but EVERY PAPER I’ve written so far has been based 80% around my personal experiences.  So I spend weeks stressing out over an assignment or a paper or an exam being uncertain how much is wanted, losing sleep and making myself sick, only to get my grade back a week later with a perfect score and a professor’s comment that I put in so much more effort than required.

But… no???  I put in the effort you asked for, I paid $25 in proctoring fees three times a course as well as the gas money and driving time to get to a testing center, I did a less than par job out of confusion, and I’m getting a perfect score.  I suppose I shouldn’t be looking a gift horse in the mouth, but at the same time this is giving me the impression that my work was not even looked over, that they just slapped a score on it.  I want to know if what I did was what they asked for, was there room for improvement, there HAS to be something because Lord knows that wasn’t a perfect assignment, I will point out to you myself where things could be improved.  I did not do A+ work, I did C+ with an impressive vocabulary, varied sentence structure, and spell check on.

This reminds me of a time in my English class senior year of high school when my teacher would assign us this packet with an exorbitant number of questions to answer about a book we were assigned to read.  We had one week to answer over 200 questions and read a 300-500 page book, IN ADDITION TO our regularly scheduled schoolwork for that class and our other seven classes.  It was ridiculous busy work that encouraged a ridiculous amount of cheating, but I got so fed up with it that I started slipping in answers like, “My dog smells like yellow”, “This pasta tastes like last week” and the teacher never noticed or commented, just a straight up 85% with no explanation.

Since when did mediocrity become the norm, when did it become okay to arbitrarily slap grades on things, to let people slide with doing crap work that doesn’t meet standards?  What is that teaching them, because I sure as God’s omnipotence aren’t learning anything.

And this is the point when I start failing my classes because I become bitter and cannot respect them.  I cannot respect a class that is absorbing so much of my thoughts and energy and happiness into the useless stress cloud it is forming.  It’s consuming my life for no reason except to get the impressive statement that I went to college.  I paid thousands of dollars and years of my life for this.

I won’t drop out because unfortunately this is where I need to be to mean anything to a society that pushes people into college that don’t need to be there, then dumbs down the system to accommodate the unprepared.  But, God.  It’s like high school 2.0 and I wanted to cry with joy when I thought I was done with it the first time around.

I just hope that 10 years down the road all this time, anxiety, and money meant something, or it just is forgotten and never looked upon again.

~~~♥♥♥ End School Rant Time, Thanks Everybody ♥♥♥~~~

i have written “je n'ai pas d'amis” so many times for my french class why do they always ask questions about friends why???

I submitted my final paper for one of my classes one minute past the deadline.  5:01pm est.  This professor better be the kind that’s forgiving because I might get 50% of the grade knocked down over being a minute late in a world where time is a relative and invented concept.

OKAY SO YEARS AGO ON MY NINTH BIRTHDAY MY PARENTS GOT ME THIS HUGE PRESENT. I MEAN A HUGE BOX ALL WRAPPED UP AND THEY SET IT IN THE LIVING ROOM FIRST THING IN THE MORNING BUT I COULDN’T OPEN IT UNTIL AFTER DINNER, CAKE, ETC OKAY SO IT WAS AWFUL BECAUSE I WAS NINE WHO THE HEY TORTURES A KID LIKE THAT RIGHT???

BUT I WAITED ALL DAY PLAYING IT COOL I DON’T CARE WATEVS BUT THEN THE TIME CAME AND TORE IN AND WHAT WAS IT?

ANOTHER BOX. WRAPPED IN PAPER.

SO I UNWRAPPED THAT BOX.

WHAT WAS IN THAT BOX?

ANOTHER WRAPPED BOX.

AND IN THAT BOX???

YOU GUESSED IT.

AFTER YET ANOTHER SICK ANTICIPATION GAME OF TEARING INTO WRAPPED BOX AFTER WRAPPED BOX I GOT TO A BOX THE SIZE OF MY BABY HEAD AND WHAT WAS IN IT?

THIS GORGEOUS PIECE OF JAPANESE GENIUS.

YEAH.

(Source: shrek2001ratedpg)