F-U Professor Dhaliwal

If I didn't hate stats before last Thursday, I certainly do now. Or at least I strongly dislike my ridiculous teacher who does not know how to plan out his course so that everything doesn't get stuck in the last week of class. This is my list of things due the next two class periods and the final.

Tue-quiz, lab
Thurs-test, lab, 3 hw assignments
Tue-final, 1 hw assignment, final project (which he assigned on Thursday, mind you)

WHAT A DICK! And he's super lazy and doesn't correct anything for at least two weeks. Or just doesn't correct it, like he did for the past 2 quizzes. What's the point of giving a third if you never corrected the other two? I always grade my student's shiz and give it back the next day.

And who the hell gives multiple choice tests, or in our case a final, in a math class? I'm feeling that this will be a repeat of my Physics 133 final, which was open book (and I was a bad girl and cheated by taping my hw and notes inside the book). It was multiple choice, and in-spite of the cheating, I still got a 30%. That taught me to cheat (haven't since). Somehow, I came out with a C-. I didn't deserve it since I didn't understand anything). I don't like physics.

Bad track record when it comes to math-related subjects and finals that are multiple choice. At least going into this one, I have an A...whew.

Literally...in shock...wth?!?!?

For those of you who don't know, I have a long term subbing job at a local middle school. The majority of my classes are 6th graders, but I have a couple of 7th and 8th grade classes as well. Please excuse me while I go off on these RIDICULOUSLY STUPID children.

There is a school dance today. Most of the 6th graders are ecstatic for some fun, but a couple are a little too nervous (or "cool") because they decided it'd be a great idea to bring a Gatorade bottle filled with alcohol so they could get drunk at lunch to be drunk for the dance. HOW DUMB CAN YOU SERIOUSLY BE????? I'm also shocked b/c they are 6th graders. I would have expected it from maybe 8th graders, or high schoolers for sure. How freaking young are we starting now?

Apparently drugs and alcohol are now for babies. Or maybe I was just oblivious when I was their age...

Convict his a$$...he deserves it...

I don't usually follow celebrity gossip but this is one story that makes me furious: Rihanna and Chris Brown! I don't care what provoked the two to argue, but there is ABSOLUTELY NO FREAKING EXCUSE TO EVER HIT ANOTHER PERSON, ESPECIALLY A WOMAN, AND ESPECIALLY YOUR SIGNIFICANT OTHER, WHOM YOU ARE SUPPOSE TO LOVE.

I was extremely upset when I heard about him beating her. I don't even particularly enjoy Rihanna's music. But I did like Chris Brown. However, I am making an active decision to not listen to his songs (I would never have bought them in the first place). He doesn't deserve all his fame and wealth if this is what he chooses to show the boys/men in our world. The last thing we need to do is show our boys that it's ok to hit your girl if she makes you mad. I have enough trouble demanding respect from the kids in my class. What about the respect people used to show for their significant others, or parents? It's slowing fading away.

I would never hit my boyfriend, or for that matter, anyone else. There are many other ways to express anger and work out issues without hitting.

Convict him of the 2 felonies...he deserves the maximum sentence.

http://omg.yahoo.com/news/chris-brown-charged-with-2-felonies/19619?nc

Just in-case you needed some reassurance that I am actually naturally blonde...

Here's one for ya...

Two of my friends, Kristy and Ryan, came over to help my dad pack for his post break-up move into the boonies*. After we finished, a trip to the mall was in order, since my feet/back didn't hurt enough. Kristy followed me to the gas station, and then I gave them directions to the freeway so I could just follow them. Of course she missed the freeway entrance, and though I was slightly annoyed, I kept following her because I didn't want us to be separated. But she didn't make any effort to u-turn (fun step aerobics move...pardon the tangent). I figured she knew where the next freeway entrance was, until she finally pulled up to a stop light to make a u-turn. Then I hear a "honk" behind me. Upon glancing in my mirror, I see that Kristy and Ryan are behind me, and I then realized that I had been following the wrong car! Then, after leading us back to the freeway, she passed me, and the back of her car really didn't look like the other car at all. They weren't even the same year, just the same color/brand. Yeah, I felt pretty silly, but you all love it b/c it caused me to blog again, finally.

*And if one blonde moment story wasn't enough for this blog, here's another! It was pouring rain in the mountains and my dad lives in a muddy area. I managed to pull up to the wrong house, make a three-point turn, and get myself stuck in the mud. Two of the younger guys helping my dad had to dig it out. And you'd think that someone would learn from my idiotic mistake, but when the boys left, they managed to drive themselves into a worse muddy situation. I felt a little less dumb at that point.

Luckily, I just helped my brunette mother and (fake) blonde sister name the seven continents. They forgot Australia.