Contrary to popular belief, I am not going to fail out of college. Isn't that such a sigh of relief? Are you sighing? I'm sighing.
Sociology--I bet you didn't know that I have no idea what grade I have in this class. We've had 3 tests and turned in 6 papers. I studied and was prepared for all the tests and I spend a good amount of time on the papers, but I was never in class to get them back. So who knows? I'm just playing it by ear. Hopefully, I'll find out Friday what kind of grade I'm looking at. I'm thinking a B.
Astronomy--The class I was sure I was doomed in. See, the thing is that we have 5 quizzes and he drops the lowest one. Now...the first quiz, I missed. The second quiz, I missed. So right off the bat, I had a 0. I take the next two quizzes and get a combined score of 34/50. Hehe, oops. And since the entire class is out of 225 points, and it's 2 weeks before finals and I only have 34 points, the only logical thing for me to think is that "Yes, I am going to fail this class. With flying colors." But today I realize that there is still one more 25 point quiz, a 25 point stargaze lab, and a 100 point final. So I can comfortably coast in with a C and if I really work hard, I could get a B. AND, furthermore, I only have 3 finals during finals week and 2 of them are on Monday so that means I have 3 full days to study for Astronomy. Yay!
While I'm on the subject of Astronomy, I would like to take a moment to discuss my instructor, Steve Lawrence. I had to miss a quiz on Good Friday because of services, so I emailed him on Thursday to tell him that I would just take the make-up quiz. He emails me back this long lecture about how I'm irresponsible and that he is considering not letting me take the makeup, but that he is feeling generous. He says (and I quote):
Yes sir! Not impressed yet? Check out his sexy bod:
Yummy with a spoon! Don't you love his sexy specs and crooked smile? I want to jump his bones. If you would also like to rape his brains out, just contact me. We'll set up a little field trip. Heh. On with my class schedule (you were fainting with anticipation, weren't you?)
Journalism--The cake class. We are graded on 7 stories. No quizzes, test, homework, and no final. Enough said.
Arts and Sciences--AKA the world's most boring class. Boring, but a lot of information and reading. My test grades are 82, 75, 98, and 85. So I have a pretty safe B in there unless I totally bomb the final, which happens to be a take home, so that's unlikely. Moving on...
Interpersonal Communications--My speech class. If it weren't for the goddamn tests (64 and 72), I'd have an A in that class. My speech grades are good, I have good attendance, it's just the damn lectures. The prof is a complete idiot. The class average on our last test was a 70. I think that's reflecting on him, no? Especially in a class of 300+
Ethnic Studies--The other class I was sure I was doomed in. The number of classes I've been to this semester, I could probably count on my hands. (And I'm not bragging about that) Our grade is based on: Midterm (25%), Research paper (50%), and Final (25%) and did I mention the final is a take home? :-) It is. And since writing is one of my strengths, I think I should be able to come out of there okay. The reason I didn't think I was is because I didn't have the topic for my research paper and I find out today that it's immigrant groups. OOH, HARD. Hehe.
So that's that. Aren't you glad that you know all about my classes now? I thought so.
The big controversy today? Webpages and how they are becoming too common and how anyone can do it and they all say the same thing and blah blah blah. Well, of course anyone can do it now. Wasn't that kind of the point in the first place? So everyone had a little bit of webspace to express themselves. Whether or not they have the ability to make a "decent", "intriguing", or unique webpage is out of the question, I think. As long as you put up what you're interested in, great. Good for you. Leave it to people who think they are above everyone else to condemn people like this. Okay, maybe that's too strong of a word. Obviously, the majority of teenagers will be going through a lot of the same things, and if they choose to write about it on their site, then so what? Maybe it makes them feel better to get out what's bothering them. Webjournals are for bitching and moaning and complaining, and the proof is right in front of you. For some reason, people like that kind of thing. That's why some of us read the org, yes? I think if you have the ambition to get yourself a webpage and tell the world how [insert adjective here] or [insert adjective here] your life is, then more power to you. No one is forcing you to read it, so why not find something better to do with your spare time than to disparage other people's websites? And I said I wasn't going to address this today. Ah well. :-) Did you all read what Melli had to say about it? I totally agree with her. People are making entirely too big a deal out of this webpage thing. You have one? Great. You don't? Get one, so you can join in the pointless argument. Moving on...
I mentioned that I almost got hit by a car on Friday night, right? Well the same thing happened to Linda today, only it was a semi. She came back inside from running and was all shook up and crying. We talked about our near-death experiences (not exxagerating people, I actually had my hand on the hood of the car and could feel the heat from it on my leg when it stopped and the grill of the semi stopped less than a foot from Linda's face) and thought it was kind of notable that immediately after it had happened, we were totally fine. It was probably shock. And then, we both started bawling. Not when we were talking about it, you understand. But following our respective experiences. It really kind of put things in perspective when it hit me that I could have been seriously injured or possibly even killed (the car was going very fast). And then today I find out that some guy who goes here got hit by a truck. He has a broken leg, shattered kneecap, three broken ribs, a broken collarbone, a broken arm, and his face is all torn up. That could have been me. Are you shuddering? I am. Yikes.
Only 8 more days of classes. Where did the year go?