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my teacher in statistics class had her baby yesterday, February 29th 2004. I feel a little bit bad because she didn't seem like she wanted a leap year baby or at least she made a big deal of it in class on Friday. But it's probably because she said that, that it decided to come out yesterday. Because life is like that.
she was so excited to be having it, unlike my teacher in fifth grade, who was a raging psycho up until the day she had that kid. ms. garcia, even though I only saw her 2-3 times a week for an hour, she was always even tempered and patient with a smile on her face. a much better experience, let me tell you.
this is probably supposed to be one of those journals where i should expound on the miracle of birth and love and children. i was never all for that, so why start now.
i want to talk about my weekend, but we'd need more than fifty minutes for that.
so i'll talk about this idiot that's in practically half my classes. he's in my anatomy class, my stat class, and my anatomy lab. frankly, i'm TIRED of him. i don't understand why he chose me to pick on. i never did anything to him, didn't even talk to him. but he's decided that i'm a miss smartypants and that i should be obligated to help him with stats. i can't figure out how he decided this; i definitely didn't give him the impression that i was interested. anyway, i agreed conditionally, but i doubt he knew this. so on friday in anatomy, he decides it's cool to make fun of me with his little buddy. ummm...can we say it pissed me off. how are you going to make fun of someone for the very thing you're going to try and use them for? mmmmm needless to say, at the end of stats on friday, i got to leave early because my name starts with an A, and as I pass by his desk he goes, "yo robyn" and i just wave merrily and love the shocked look on his face. you think it's mean i bet, but earlier in the class you could hear him talking to these girls in his row about how i was tutoring him and he was sure (note very visible sarcasm on my part) that i would help them too. ARGH!!!! it was a no go from the start; i don't know why tried to pretend like it would work. it seems like he's still the jock from highschool who thinks i should be grateful for his patronage....like no.
she was so excited to be having it, unlike my teacher in fifth grade, who was a raging psycho up until the day she had that kid. ms. garcia, even though I only saw her 2-3 times a week for an hour, she was always even tempered and patient with a smile on her face. a much better experience, let me tell you.
this is probably supposed to be one of those journals where i should expound on the miracle of birth and love and children. i was never all for that, so why start now.
i want to talk about my weekend, but we'd need more than fifty minutes for that.
so i'll talk about this idiot that's in practically half my classes. he's in my anatomy class, my stat class, and my anatomy lab. frankly, i'm TIRED of him. i don't understand why he chose me to pick on. i never did anything to him, didn't even talk to him. but he's decided that i'm a miss smartypants and that i should be obligated to help him with stats. i can't figure out how he decided this; i definitely didn't give him the impression that i was interested. anyway, i agreed conditionally, but i doubt he knew this. so on friday in anatomy, he decides it's cool to make fun of me with his little buddy. ummm...can we say it pissed me off. how are you going to make fun of someone for the very thing you're going to try and use them for? mmmmm needless to say, at the end of stats on friday, i got to leave early because my name starts with an A, and as I pass by his desk he goes, "yo robyn" and i just wave merrily and love the shocked look on his face. you think it's mean i bet, but earlier in the class you could hear him talking to these girls in his row about how i was tutoring him and he was sure (note very visible sarcasm on my part) that i would help them too. ARGH!!!! it was a no go from the start; i don't know why tried to pretend like it would work. it seems like he's still the jock from highschool who thinks i should be grateful for his patronage....like no.