Roisper Quaris
And then stupid annoying kid from lunch walked home with me. I didn't care. His friend kinda lived by me, so I'm all "eh" but then he INSISTED on walking me to my house, when it was ten ******** feet away! goddammit, <******** off. I pulled off some bullshit excuse that I didn't feel good, and he left awhile later.
Just humor him, 'kay? DDD:
I wish I'd been at least nice to certain people in school.
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And now you get to hear Gryphon rant. Mmyes.
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The people in my Biology class, the people I've been working with on lab nights at least, are Complete Fecking Morons. Did these people just not take math classes,
ever? I mean, these girls have not grasped basic application of addition and subtraction. Or they don't know how to find means/averages or medians. This is
junior high math and last time I checked, the sign outside the school had "college" on it. How the hell do stupid bitches get this far?
And yes, I understand the concepts. Yes, I completed this lab workbook page before you did. But no, I'm sorry, I am
not going to let you just wait for me to finish every time and then copy my work, because you were sitting on your fat a** talking with your friends at the other table.
Sometimes I'm nice.
Sometimes I'm patient and understanding and will help people who don't quite get what we're doing. The people in my summer class lab group were like that; they were having trouble with the metric system (no, really. Stop laughing. ;__; One of them was a woman, 40-ish, who had either not finished high school or just gone to a really terrible one. She was
smart; this was just her first time dealing with metric conversions.), and they wanted to figure it out. I, and the other student who was familiar with the metric system and whose name I forgot,
enjoyed helping them because they actually
tried. If they didn't understand something, they knew what they were having trouble with and would ask. This semester, I'm stuck with students who just don't care.
Hey, girls, I'll make you a deal:
you close your damn shiny pink cell phone for a minute, stop whining about how math is hard, and
I'll take a deep breath and explain why starch won't pass through a dialysis bag.
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Now for something that isn't a rant, but I'm still upset about:
I had a doctor appointment on Wednesday. (I can never remember how old any of you are. Am I the oldest female SUTF member?) It was supposed to be just a normal post-surgery (from back in July) check-up appointment, to see if everything was healing OK. For a while, I was fine; I got through the first few preliminary questions. Unfortunately, I have this obsession with
explaining everything, going off on tangents, and then the questions got to some subjects that are likely not a problem for most people, but just thinking about them, answering them,
hurt, and I started to cry.
The doctor told me no, it's okay, I'm normal, everyone has problems...have I been seeing a psychologist about this? I told her yes, but the thing was, I thought I'd
gotten over some of my mental issues. Turns out I was deluding myself; I still have some damn serious problems in the head. And considering that some of them I've never bothered to even seriously face; it's no wonder the rest of the appointment was a complete fiasco.
I went in for a checkup and came out with a referral for a psychiatrist. I might try taking medication for a while, this time. Blarg.
It's funny -well, maybe not so much
funny as
sad- how some people take certain facts about others for granted. Is facing your own monsters this hard for everyone else?
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...damn it. I need a hug. Where are the cats? ;___; Come here, squishables.
Also: Why the ******** does the text entry box send you back up to the top whenever you use the formatting buttons? You're not making life any easier, stupid box. :
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edit: Thank you, Satah, for having that picture of the ninja bear and the toast in your sig. It made me giggle.
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I'm sorry, Rois. That sounds pretty bad.
