12/12/06 03:42 pm - princessstarr - A Note
10/2/06 10:48 pm - princessstarr
How does one deal with a professor that's more concerned with format and style over paper content?
ESPECIALLY when said professor doesn't read further than the first page?
8/30/06 12:53 pm - princessstarr - On Lunches
Silly freshies. You're supposed to wait inside the building for the lunch line, not outside in the drizzle.
Otherwise, it makes us upperclassmen very, very ticked because we think it's completely crowded inside and that we can't eat in a certain amount of time.
*much gnashing of the teeth*
8/19/06 09:46 pm - darkbeethoven
So it's back to school again...
My first day is Monday. I'm already going to be skipping that day :D
I can't wait til I walk back into class on Wed, seeing the same professor I had for most of my major now (we only have three HRM professors, the other two only teach one and two classes each...and the one that has two classes teaches only one per semester), and hear the following:
WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU MONDAY?
Uh, sorry, I was home...
What, do you get LOST down there?
We have a love/hate relationship...we love to hate each other, or at the very least, annoy the shit out of each other :D
I'm still surprised I passed her classes :D
5/1/06 06:30 pm - princessstarr - Go on, I'll give you a topic-
I have to ask, does anyone else think it was a good idea for my professor to suggest that we could incorporate earlier papers into our big one?
Talk amongst yourselves.
1/18/06 08:15 pm - princessstarr
Don't you just love it when you've printed out multiple pages of notes, only to find that your ink of choice has inconviently run out, leaving you with multiple blank pages?
12/7/05 10:17 am - darkbeethoven - Dear World, Christmas is cancelled...
I have been watching you very closely to see if you've behaved this year
and since you have I will be telling my elves, if I can find them, to
make some goodies for me to leave under your tree at Christmas if I can
get there. I intended to bring you all gifts from the 12 days of Christmas, but we are having a bit of a problem with that plan as the 12 fiddlers fiddling have all come down with VD apparently from fiddling with the 11 ladies dancing. And we just discovered while we were distracted attending to the fiddlers and their no longer dancing ladies. the damn 10 lords leaping
were instead stealthfully tip-toeing around and have now knocked up the 8 maids a-milking. I just got off the phone with the police department, who asked me if I'd care to come down and make bail for the 9 pipers piping who were arrested in the park for doing weird things to the 7 swans a-swimming in broad daylight. The 6 geese a-laying, 4 calling birds, 3 French hens, 2 turtle doves and the partridge in a pear tree have me up in deep bird doo
doo up to the top of my boots and I doubt I can get my sled runners movin' out of all that frozen bird shit. On top of all this, Mrs. Claus is going through menopause and refuses to make me any cookies or let me anywhere near her milk jugs. To top it off, 8 of my reindeer are in heat and have somehow gotten completely entangled in the harnesses and rheins attempting some artic
orgy last night and it's going to take forever to free them. The crazy elves have joined the gay liberation army in England that was started by some retired dwarfs that had been used for bowling balls in the pubs a few times too often and have been left with deminished sexual abilities, so they practice oral sex ... they talk about having it. And some nuts, people who obviously can't read a calendar have scheduled Christmas for the 5th of January. Maybe next year I'll be able to get my act together and bring you some of the things you want. This year I suggest you get your ass down to
Walmart before everything is gone.
(x-posted all over the place)
12/5/05 10:21 am - darkbeethoven
Twas The Night Before Finals
Twas the night before finals, and all through the college,
The students were praying for last minute knowledge.
Most were quite sleepy, but none touched their beds
While visions of essays danced in their heads.
Out in the taverns, a few were still drinking,
And hoping that liquor would loosen their thinking.
In my own room, I had been pacing
And dreading exams I soon would be facing.
My roommate was speechless, his nose in his books,
And my comments to him drew unfriendly looks.
I drained all the coffee, and brewed a new pot,
No longer caring that my nerves were all shot.
I stared at the notes, but my thoughts were muddy,
My eyes went a blur, I just couldn't study.
"Some pizza might help," I said with a shiver,
But each place I called refused to deliver.
I'd nearly concluded that life was too cruel,
With futures depending on grades made in school
When all of a sudden, our door opened wide,
And Patron Saint Put-It-Off ambled inside.
His spirit was careless, his manner was mellow,
All of a sudden, he started to bellow
"On Cliff's notes, on Crib notes, On Last Year Exams.
On Wing-It and Sling-It and Last Minute Crams."
His message delivered, he vanished from sight,
But we heard him laughing outside in the night
"Your teachers have pegged you, so just do your best,
Happy Finals to All, and to all a Good Test!"
Happy Finals To All, And To All A Good Test! :D
11/21/05 05:15 pm - princessstarr - GRR.
SO! You guys know my Culturally Diverse Literature professor, right? The one I absolutely can't stand because he is, in fact, totally and completely inept? Yeah. That one.
Last Wednesday he says he's got a treat for us on Monday. Treat never means good things, especially the fact we're all the more pissed because we just had a friggin' test two days before.
Of course, some of us already have a fucked up weekend- hell, I've got a day trip, a paper, Nanowrimo, and my normal work shift to go on (add that right now my leg's very gimped up leg. -_-). Another test? I say "Oh shit."
So, today, I drag myself up to his class, not knowing if I have to write, but hey! It's a Blackboard quiz! Woot!
So I log on, go to the assignments, open the quiz...and...error.
Refresh, open quiz. Error. Look over at classmates. Same befuddled faces.
Ten to one says that he fucked up the file, is blaming Blackboard for it, but cancels the quiz.
Sorta good that we got out of it...but DUDE. There IS tech help on campus.