Friday, January 15, 2010

After today's finals I will only have 4 days of classes left in that building they call an institute of learning. I thought I'd get all sentimental and crap, like senior year of high school, but that is so not the case. I can't wait to never have to walk in those doors again! I don't mean to sound ungrateful for education or anything but that school is a joke. Out of all the classes I've taken over the past 15 months I can honestly say only 2 of them challenged me. This is not because I am some genius or anything, seriously blind monkeys could pass these classes! That's not to say I am a retard either, I think my intelligence is somewhere on the average scale but I never really got the chance to test it.

I am getting really excited to start my externship in 2 weeks. Hopefully I'll be able to put some of the "skills" I learned to good use and make a lasting impression on this doctor and his staff.

Wishing everybody a great weekend and I'd like to thank table 16 from last night for leaving me that 9% tip, that made it so worth my while to wait on your asses!

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

I can't wait to be done with school

Oops I really fucked up this time!

I got a letter from the school I attend which reads:
Dear Ms. Burnedoutw8ress(you didn't think I'd give you my real name did you?)
This letter is to inform you that you have exceeded the 20% limit for abscenses for the following classes: Oral communications and keyboarding IV(augh, and how important is it that I can type 90 words a minute and communicate orally, ha I know what I'm thinking how bout you?). You are being placed on absense probration for the remainder of the semester( that would be today, 1/13/10-1/15/10). We'd like to remind you that if you go above 30%, you will be automatically dropped from the classes (what the f? Would I really have to pay to take this stupid classes all over again; I'd rather have my toenails ripped out!). If you have any questions please feel free to contact me.

Hunter Hopkins, Director of Education

Um yea, Mr Hopkins, do you even have a clue as to what is going on in your institute of learning? Do you know that half of your students can't even speak proper English, they have no idea how to balance a checkbook, they don't know that America is a capitalistic country and not communist one. Let's see what else do these "students" not know; well how about common decency, respect for others and for themselves, the list could go on and on. I am not denying the fact that I have unexcused absences, but seriously I am carrying over 100% in each of these classes you say I've missed to much of. I could pass these finals in my sleep! Seriously why don't you contact the idiots that can't figure out how to fill out a job application and leave this 32 year old, 3.98 GPA carrying, smart-ass student alone.

P.S. Do you think you could write me a letter of recomendation for when I apply to a real college?

Thank you,

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Happy Birthday to me?

Today my mother is having my birthday dinner. It's not a huge deal or anything but it's nice to be together with my family. This is a tradition for us, everybody gets their favorite meal for their birthday, we all get together and have cake and icecream and have a good time.

I was just told that my grandmother doesn't want to come. She says that it's too cold outside. It's not like she has to stand outside and wait for a bus; I was going to pick her up. This is my mom's mother and this isn't the first time she's disappointed me. My birthday was Thursday; she didn't even call to wish me a Happy Birthday. What's up with that?

Granted since I've gotten older our relationship has changed. When I was a little kid, I used to stay over for sleepovers. I even had a little red suitcase that said "going to grandma's". She used to call me her favorite little person. I used to hide behind the bush in front of her house and make her find me. She used to read the cereal box to me. She was my grandma and I loved her. Things have changed. She has changed. She is a mean old lady.

Before you go gasping here me out. When my pap (her husband of 60 years) was dying she told him she wished he would die. She is the most negative person I have ever come across. She'll talk about her own kids and the neighbors, the milkman, anyone really. She is just mean.

I am 32 years old. I don't need a big extravaganza or lavish presents but it would have been nice to have my grandmother show a little compassion and a little love for her favorite little person.