Day 5...

Continued from Day 4. (Which was edited after publishing so those of you who received it on email may want to go back and read the part you missed.) When you last heard from me,  I'd just changed a wrong answer that an ignorant and annoying girl wrote on our assignment.

I got to class really early today to go over the first 3 chapters one last time, because we had a test scheduled. No one else was there, since it was like 5 to 8 in the morning, so I decided I was going to move the lefty desk away from me...annoying Emily is a lefty and she sits next to me because that's where the desk is.  I moved the desk up two rows and over a few spots.  This passive aggressive...I mean proactive  move gave me hope that I'd be able to fully focus on the test and not on the snotty bitch sitting next to me who tried to mess with me and my Algebra grade.

Guess who else arrived early?  Yep!  Not only did she arrive early, but she moved her desk back!  I'm not even kidding you. Who does she think she is, moving desks?

I just ignored her and kept studying.  The professor came in and started handing back our group assignments.  She hands ours to Emily and I hear..."What??!"  When I look over, I see that we have a 3/10 on the assignment. She's all..."I'm sure this is right and no way could this be wrong."

That's when I realize my mistake.

HOLY SHIT! This girl is a frickin' NITRO and I pretty much left her in charge of an assignment that I'd be graded on. Only stopping to double checked one little thing...the slope...which by the way, was only partially right because her math was so jacked up.  

I was so mad at myself! As I was coming unglued, I realized that I'd once again trusted an 18 year old girl, and once again bad things happened.  I got my first F at UWP.

Yeah, yeah I know I'm a moron.  Well, at least I didn't go to private school, I've heard those kids are frickin' idiots and clearly, they don't know how to use a calculator!

Day 4...

In Algebra, I sit by an annoying 18-22 year old.  She first started to annoy me on Day 1 when after the professor made a comment about how "they (meaning 18-22 year olds) learned how to do math with calculators, and that some of them are lacking the basic skills needed for solving problems on their own."  This clearly irritated my neighbor because she made this face:

and said "Whatever!"

So the next day, annoying girl...let's call her Emily, got really pissy when the professor mentioned something along the "kids use calculators more now" line again.  This time she leaned over to me and said "I hate when she says that, it's not true!"

To which, I replied..."Umm, yes it is! She isn't saying that YOU learned how to do everything on a calculator, she's making a generalization about college students, and she's right... most of you (meaning 18-22 year olds) learned how to do math on calculators more than generations of college students before you.

She didn't seem to give a shit about that response. She fired back with "Well, I went to a private school and we couldn't use calculators, so I hate when she says that."

And I'm thinking:

Well, today we had to do a little assignment with the person sitting next to us...crap that's Emily!  When we got the assignment done, we could leave class.  When the teacher handed her the paper with the problem, she got right to it. I watched as she answered the questions and it looked like she was doing fine, so I just kind of watched over her shoulder.  For the last part of the problem, we had to figure out the slope.  She wrote down and ordered pair like (0,12). 

I'm only putting this in here because a week ago, I wouldn't have remembered what the hell that was.

Since I recently re-learned this crap and I know that the slope is not an ordered pair, so I said "I don't think the slope is righ"...that is where she cut me off and barked "TRUST ME!" as she got up and handed in the paper.

Yeah...that's right...this 18 year old bitch annoyingly snapped "TRUST ME!" at me.  WTF!?!?

I'm sorry, but the last 18 year old girl I trusted, stole 2 wine coolers out of a friend's grandma's refrigerator and nearly missed CCD for a week.....wait a minute...that was ME when I was 18.....point is........I don't trust 18 year old girls any farther than I could throw them.  

Actually on second thought, I could toss most of them quite a ways, so maybe I should put it like this...I don't trust 18 year old girls any further than their skinny jeans could be pulled up on my leg.

In case your wondering, Hell yeah!...I went to the professor, got our sheet back and quickly changed the slope.  I wasn't 4.0 last semester because I trusted some 18 year old........it was because I could bullshit my way through Philosophy papers!

To be continued....