FRUSTRATION!!!!

[B E C K]

Okay, this is gonna be blog-like but too fucking bad, I've had one coming.

I had a quiz today, worth 15 points on some ghey point system one of my professors uses.  (It's a good sized chunk of the overall grade though, especially since I'm not exactly skirting by with an A right now so I need the points.)  The quiz had a window from 8 in the morning to 8 in the evening and all I had to do was go open a file online and draw a picture to go along with it.  (Oversimplifying it a tad, but that's what it boils down to.)  So I go, open, and print the thing.  There's also an example folder with an example problem and example answer key, so I open and print those, too.  I also staple those last two together so they don't get separated.  I had a class to go to so I went to class and took the papers with me since that class is full of shit and I can pretty much get away with doing homework in class... so far.  But anyway, so I look this shit over and realize the example answer doesn't even go with the example.  With the exception of a name change, it appears to go with the actual damn quiz.  So I'm all "FTW, man".  I think my dumb ass mis-stapled or something, but I reread the sheets and the supposed example says "Summer 2007" and the one I thought was the quiz says "Fall 2007" and has today's date as a due date, so I figured those were straight.  I look at the example again and as I work out the actual quiz, it looks more and more like the damn answer on the supposed "example answer key".  What the hell am I learning if that's the actual fricken answer?  So I'm confused as hell and get nothing done in class.  I go find a comp and reupload and print everything and reread it and my point of view is no where near enlightened.  I have another class to go to so before I depart I fire off an email to the professor at a specific address listed in his syllabus.  Though there's a faculty address listed for him too, his syllabus says not to use that one because it gets full.  I go to class.  (Class and transit to and from are about four hours.  You don't get to hear the details of why it's this way, but I shit you not.)  Thus for four hours and change, I'm unable to access a computer to see if I've gotten a response.  But I figure this shit's due at 8 and it shouldn't take me that long.

I get back after returning from class, hop on a computer, and chell in and there's been no acknowledgement to my mail.  Meanwhile, someone else apparently e-mailed him at the other address (the one we weren't suppose to goddamn use) and got a response about getting an extension.  An extension!?  What the fuck do you need the extension for if the answer's posted?  I don't get it.

So I bet everyone and their mama is thinking that my ass should've just copied the damn answer and saved myself some grief but FTW.  I honestly thought this was a simple mistake and that after reading my mail, we'd be given a new problem or something.  But it's like the Emperor's new fucking clothes and I'm the only one that sees that his fucking dick is sticking out.  It's driving me batshit.

Added to the fact that I have two tests in two days, a girl on her cellphone wouldn't STFU, and I couldn't get to my website though Merla's computer and I'm a big fat ball of aggravation.  I should've been home already having eaten dinner.  I was gonna use my extra time today after school to study for my tests.  And it's fucked with.  It's all fucking fucked with.  Instead I'm firing off e-mails and posts because no one in my small, dumb, fucking class seems to have noticed.  Fuckity fuck fuck fuck.  At least I bought some neat iTunes today.  But FUCK.  FUCK FUCK.

[IDE]

I think everyone noticed and they were hoping no one would snitch...

[MegatronYES]

This is why I don't go to school. It's far easier to go to Starbucks and argue with the seventeen-year-olds who then regard me as smart.

[B E C K]

So far, the two people who have contacted me seem pretty damn clueless.  And we're a small class of 12.  While I'm certain some people saw it and said nothing like the cheating fucks they are, they couldn't have thought that no one would not notice and say nothing.  This isn't like a homework problem or something that can be brushed aside, it's our only quiz of the semester and worth a significant amount of pointage.  And the professor still has yet to contact me.  Fuckhole.

I normally love school, but I have a shitload of incompetents to deal with this semester.  Profs AND students.  I have a finance class taught by two Indian dudes and they always omit shit that's important.  But I still felt bad for them because a female TA subbed for the regular TA-dude that conducts our labs.  I wasn't there but apparently she messed everyone all up to fuck knows where with her explanation on how to find current value of a dividend with two growth rates.  And these dumb-ass cunts are asking the prof and male-TA all these questions about things this chick did and I'm thinking "how the fuck are they suppose to know, they weren't there either".  I mean, she was subbing for the dude-TA.  It's like they wanted the prof or dude-TA to say that chick-TA did something wrong or explained it the wrong way or whatever-- as if they were even there to watch her teach.  And so these students waste class time whining about this shit.  STFU.  Jesus H. Christ, bitches.  Chill the fuck out.  Most of these whiners are hot girls, and I'm all "good, because your whiny bitch ass has nothing else going for it".  They especially piss me off because they jump on other people's asses when others have questions, as if their own questions are somehow magically more valid or whatever.  No, they're not.  Retards.  These Indian dudes don't care if you're hot, they're probably both all D.A. anyway.

And then old Marketing guy is boring as hell.  Good fucking god.  He's this old guy who talks like he has a sock (ha, I typed in "cock" by accident, but hell, one of those, too) in his mouth about the most uninteresting shit of all time.

[IDE]

Snitch! Snniiiiiiiiiitch!

[B E C K]

He STILL hasn't responded.  FTW.  God, how the hell am I suppose to deal with this?  I don't even see a phone number on this syllabus.  That shit is messed up.

Snitch! Snniiiiiiiiiitch!

I swear I'm regretting more and more not just copying the thing and being done with it.  This sucks ass.  I truly thought he'd see my mail, go "whoops" and put up a new problem and I would've had this shit done by 2 o'clock yesterday.  Goddamn my primarily honest nature.  Fuck fuck fuckity fuck.  I missed the deadline by now anyway, so whatever.  Shit.

[B E C K]

Still no response!  This man fails life.

[IDE]

He's probably embarrassed and plotting how to get back at you for calling him out on his idiocy.

[B E C K]

Still nothing!  Gawddammit!

[Bitey the Snail]

Never got an electronic response, which is kind of ironic since he stresses using electronic resources to turn in work and whatnot.  He even corrects work manually using some electronic pad thing so he doesn't have to use paper.

So I finally saw him today in class and was like "yo dude, what happened?  You get my mails?" and he was all "yeah" so I'm thinking "FTW, you couldn't give me a response in two days" and he was all "it was supposed to be that way or whatever".  So I was like "what" and he was like "yeah, [the example key]'s not the same answer [as the actual quiz].  that's how it's suppose to be" and I was all "but doesn't even go with the example on automotive performance you posted, man, it's completely different" and gave him this look like "come on, that excuse was lame and that sh!t don't even make sense so don't be tryin' that all up with me especially when you never mailed back".  And the look on his face was pretty much like "oh darn" and I was all "yeah, it doesn't match so I didn't turn anything in" and he was all "we'll work something out" and I was all "coo'" and then after the test he told me to turn what I have in as soon as I could.  Also, the test had at least one repeat question, which goes to show his lack of editing skills abound.  But seriously, fricken communicate with me: 

Dear student,

Please turn in a diagram and I will address your queries at a later date.

Sincerely,
prof

I mean, some crap like that.  Damn, come on.  Lack of communication creates like, war and divorce.  It would've taken him two seconds to reply to me.  Bah!  He loses and fails.

[Rama]

So are you and Prof. going to get a divorce now?

[Bitey the Snail]

No, and not war either. 

[IDE]

Wait...so he did or didn't give you the quiz answer unintentionally?  Because that decides who the fool is here.

[Rama]

No, and not war either. 

Damn.

[Bitey the Snail]

It wasn't the quiz answer in the exact sense, but once you saw it, all you would have to do is copy it, move one line, and then relabel the entire thing.  We shouldn't have been able to do that at all.  These problems do not all look that much alike.  We were suppose to figure it out from the ground up.  If he wasn't such a lazy ass, he should've checked his mail when I first sent him something and just given us a brand new problem.

There should've been an answer to match the sample on "automobile performance".  Something labeled "Example A" and "Example A Answer Key" should freakin' match.  To have something labeled "Example A Answer Key" come no where close to "Example A", but mysteriously match the quiz answer is not intentional.  The whole point of the example being there was so we'd know how to solve one, but without the answer key, the example is useless.  He had obviously modified some previous problem to be the current quiz and mistakenly uploaded the original answer instead of the proper example answer.  He was being a douche bag with his "intentional" crap.  The look on his face when I was talking to him said it all.

[IDE]

excellent.