Monday, May 16, 2011

As per the norm...

Ok, so I'm still in a (relatively) good mood, but I am also annoyed.  How does that work?  I'm not real sure, but it is what it is.  So I just finished the first class from hell - RES/341 (i.e. statistics).  I knew it was going to be bad from the start - they had to sucker us into thinking it was a different class for us to take it.  For future reference - Research and Evaluation = Statistics = RUN AWAY!!!!

Anyhoo, as mentioned in a couple of my other blogs, the way U of P online works is that basically we do independent studies and have a facilitator (= pseudo-teacher) to guide us along.  I've been doing this for almost 3 years and although I've had a couple facilitators that have been kind of a pain, this most recent guy makes them look like the best professors on the planet. 

I screwed up the last week of class.  We had to take a quiz.  We were then to email the results of the quiz to the facilitator and copy and paste the results into Word and submit it through the assignments forum.  Welllll, I emailed it but forgot to copy and paste.  The quiz was due Sunday. I did it (and emailed it to him) on Friday.  When I realized I screwed up, I sent him a message asking him if the emailed copy would suffice or if I should retake the quiz so that I could copy and paste. 

In hindsight, I should have just retaken the damn thing as I knew by this point that he was an idiot. However, I screwed up again and did not retake the quiz.  He never responded to me.  Class is over grades are posted.  My issue is that he gave me a 0 on the quiz.  ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!?!  I GOT A FRICKIN 93% ON THE DAMN QUIZ.  Ok, if you want to give me half credit for not following directions, fine.  But you're giving me nothing and not responding to my question?  BULL.SHIT.

So, being the "nice" girl that I am, I emailed him - and my advisor.  I pretty much let loose on him.  Here's the thing.  He's not a teacher - he's a facilitator.  His job is to help us achieve our goals - or just to make it through the class.  His JOB is to answer our questions.  Whatever.  I take full responsibility for screwing up to begin with.  Is it too much to ask for a response to a damn question?  The biggest problem?  It dropped me from an A- to a B+.  UN-ACCEPTABLE.

And the bitching continues.  I'm pretty sure I've probably blogged about this before too, but it bears a repeat as I've had to experience an overload of it the past few days.

I know that I'm not beautiful.  I have pretty much come to terms with that.  What I don't get is why it is that creepers have to hit on me ALL THE DAMN TIME?!?!?!?!?!  (Not Phil - he doesn't count.  Nevermind that he doesn't hit on me anymore...just sayin;)

For example - we attended a Lugnuts game Saturday.  I walked away to get food and go to the bathroom.  While waiting to order, 3....hold on, I'm trying to come up with the correct terminology...k, I guess for lack of a better word...guys? came up to me.  I immediately begin texting in hopes that if I look bored and uninterested (which I was) that they would not speak to me.

My hopes are of course, dashed.  Guy one informs me that I have beautiful hair.  Really?  It's been drizzling and windy for 2 hair is not beautiful, it's a matted mess, thanks.  Guys two makes some remark about my ass which I also completely ignored.  Guy three says "I'd like to take you home to meet my mom."  At which point I am frantically texting a friend begging her to call me so I have some excuse to run screaming in the other direction.  She did.  (Thank you, Crystal). 

This is pretty common for me.  There is another guy at a location that will remain unnamed for now who tells me I'm beautiful and have beautiful eyes and other such nonsense frequently.  The flaw?  He frightens me - it's the teeth, I think...idk, he's just creepy - like creepy stalkerish.

So, please tell me why it is that only creepers hit on me?  Do I seriously have a creeper magnet or a neon-sign attached to me somewhere?  Gawd.  Yes, I realize I should just take the compliments and run with it, but to be honest, it sure doesn't feel like a compliment when I'm not really sure they can actually see me.  Know what I'm sayin?!?!?!