Buckshot Delivery

 Tomorrow is the day: Dental Mayhem. Halcion + two root canals in my lower canines (1 each) = a very, very nervous me.

Thank goodness for amnesiac drugs.1

 

  So, this weekend – particularly Saturday – sucked gangrenous donkey sack. I wish I could say that it someone else’s fault.

Saturday was the day that I have my Philosophy class. This Saturday past, I was in class taking a “quiz” that should have taken me all of thirty minutes to complete.

I, in fact, spent two hours with it and STILL did not get it done. Not even close. I was the only one left in the room, struggling with it. Finally, I just gave up and turned it in. Near tears and pretty much hating myself thoroughly, I went home. I spent the better part of the afternoon sobbing. I had not felt so completely and utterly useless/stupid/worthless in a very long while.

What, you might ask, was this Philosophy quiz over? What was so damn difficult for you? Isn’t there ‘no wrong answer’ in Philosophy?

I have no idea. We hadn’t gotten to the Philosophy portion of the course, yet. Instead, we were covering logic and formal language.

Something like this

These? These are notes taken directly from the board along with an example problem. When this was being explained, I could almost get what was being said. I asked questions, they got answered. And while I was parsing the information that had been told to me – the professor had moved onto another problem, another logic rule.

Don’t get me wrong. I liked my professor. He’s smart, funny, and dedicated to his craft.
I just didn’t grok his teaching style.

 

*SIGH*

I think it’s safe to say that I totally bombed that quiz.

Again – not felt that idiotic in a long while.

 

  Sunday was a far superior day. Sunday was game day. I am playing in a DnD 3.5 game. It is light-hearted, silly fun. Totally what I needed after Saturday’s fiasco.
My GM had written to say that we should come to game in costume. I took him at his word. Although, as I said to Mister Man, “He didn’t specify what sort of costume he wanted us to wear.”

You can't see it but I'm wearing a sort of gothy Tank Girl getup.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I felt pretty, the group had a blast and I got home in a fabulous mood. I finished up an essay for Critical Thinking and turned it in. Watched “Heart of Darkness: A Filmmaker’s Apocalypse” for class. Checked on some other grades (5/5 and 5/5 – woot!)

I feel ever so much better, today.

 

 — Today is more school and more buses (STANK!) and no eating after midnight and and and.

Today Agenda: Crush my enemies. See them driven before me. And to hear the lamentation of the bibliography. 2

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  — Yep, I know.
1 – Which is just a horrible thing to say on Valentine’s day. :/
2 – Paraphrasing.  🙂

 

 

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3 thoughts on “Buckshot Delivery

  1. Don’t let one quiz get you down. Talk to your prof and see what you can do to get some extra credit to improve the grade, along with perhaps a little one on one time with him to get the logical thinking stuff down. The Bon is made of goodness, light, and awesome. She is never worthless or stupid. So sayeth the DM, so sayeth we all.

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