impending MEGA-p!
Woo-hoo! Most Excellent Going Away party tomorrow! I'm chopping up a storm - 30 cups of coleslaw to be served tomorrow. People will get their vitamins! After I take a load of refrigeratables to Michele's house, I'll make all those yummy jello shots. I have orange-amaretto, cherry-vanilla vodka, peach-rum, lime-gin, grape-vodka, and berry-tequila. Yum! Of course, I handle these details rather than do all the millions of other things I should be doing - such as packing, applications, calculus homework, reading, etc. Because jello shots and vegetable trays are more interesting than law school. Who knew.
I am not a mature person. I stopped speaking to my calculus instructor when he ticked me off this week. He too often does not answer questions I/we have about chapter review. The last time, when he tried to justify it after I sighed very loudly and obviously, I just stopped speaking to him. No more questions. As I told my neighbor, "Fine. He doesn't want to answer my questions? Fine. I'm done asking them." He noticed the way I said to my neighbors, "Go ask him about this one." And I was going to go for the next 2-3 weeks not speaking to him - I was fine with that.
And then he marked questions wrong on my test that I had done correctly in the work - I had written them on the wrong blanks. Eight points! It dropped me to an 89% on the test! The injustice! Sure, I was a moron, but so much? I had sketched the curve and made a chart - I clearly knew which part was concave up and which part concave down. So, I said, "Could I talk to you about partial cr-" "No," he cut me off. "I know which one you mean, and no." "But I did the work right here. It shows that I know, I just didn't clearly read the questions." "But it's open to interpretation, right? Right? It's not obvious you know if you don't write it in the blank, right?"
I'm not going to argue with him. Not with anybody about that kind of thing. Serves me right for being in a hurry to finish and not reading carefully. Whatever. Which is what I said. "Fine. Whatever." Mostly I'm angry at myself and decide to let it go and be more careful next time.
About two minutes later. "My dear." I ignore him. Why does he always call me that? "My dear." Still ignoring. I'm stubborn. "[ME]." "What?" "I gave you credit for those in the book. I wanted to see how you would justify." "So this is fun for you?" "I wanted to see what you'd say."
What I'd say? Hm - silent treatment works? Good to know. I've never had the patience to follow through on it before.
And I know it's stupid and I'm immature - but I was done talking because we don't see eye-to-eye. I'm in the class to learn the material really well. I understand that we have to skip things that I think are important - that's his prerogative. But I want to master things so well that tests and all that are easy and inconsequential really. Of late I've realized that it's really a test culture, and I would actually do better in there if I just paid attention to what he says is important and could regurgitate. That's what he wants; it's not what I want. So, I'm done with my inquiring mind and curiosity. Oh, I talked yesterday - he wants to see what I'll say, fine. And I even emailed him last night to refute something he'd said in class that I knew was wrong. He likes that, he says. Whatever.
These are the same damn educational issues I had in elementary school. I'm not like the other kids, as one of my classmates said the other day. I actually want to learn things - I'm different. Which is true, and makes me a pain in the ass. Oh well. There are worse things to be.
And my party tomorrow is going to rock, and none of any of this matters a whit in the grand scheme. I just know, I'm immature. And I don't want to change. Because if mature is cool and reserved and polite - I don't want to be those things. Sure, manners are good, but honesty is better.
I am not a mature person. I stopped speaking to my calculus instructor when he ticked me off this week. He too often does not answer questions I/we have about chapter review. The last time, when he tried to justify it after I sighed very loudly and obviously, I just stopped speaking to him. No more questions. As I told my neighbor, "Fine. He doesn't want to answer my questions? Fine. I'm done asking them." He noticed the way I said to my neighbors, "Go ask him about this one." And I was going to go for the next 2-3 weeks not speaking to him - I was fine with that.
And then he marked questions wrong on my test that I had done correctly in the work - I had written them on the wrong blanks. Eight points! It dropped me to an 89% on the test! The injustice! Sure, I was a moron, but so much? I had sketched the curve and made a chart - I clearly knew which part was concave up and which part concave down. So, I said, "Could I talk to you about partial cr-" "No," he cut me off. "I know which one you mean, and no." "But I did the work right here. It shows that I know, I just didn't clearly read the questions." "But it's open to interpretation, right? Right? It's not obvious you know if you don't write it in the blank, right?"
I'm not going to argue with him. Not with anybody about that kind of thing. Serves me right for being in a hurry to finish and not reading carefully. Whatever. Which is what I said. "Fine. Whatever." Mostly I'm angry at myself and decide to let it go and be more careful next time.
About two minutes later. "My dear." I ignore him. Why does he always call me that? "My dear." Still ignoring. I'm stubborn. "[ME]." "What?" "I gave you credit for those in the book. I wanted to see how you would justify." "So this is fun for you?" "I wanted to see what you'd say."
What I'd say? Hm - silent treatment works? Good to know. I've never had the patience to follow through on it before.
And I know it's stupid and I'm immature - but I was done talking because we don't see eye-to-eye. I'm in the class to learn the material really well. I understand that we have to skip things that I think are important - that's his prerogative. But I want to master things so well that tests and all that are easy and inconsequential really. Of late I've realized that it's really a test culture, and I would actually do better in there if I just paid attention to what he says is important and could regurgitate. That's what he wants; it's not what I want. So, I'm done with my inquiring mind and curiosity. Oh, I talked yesterday - he wants to see what I'll say, fine. And I even emailed him last night to refute something he'd said in class that I knew was wrong. He likes that, he says. Whatever.
These are the same damn educational issues I had in elementary school. I'm not like the other kids, as one of my classmates said the other day. I actually want to learn things - I'm different. Which is true, and makes me a pain in the ass. Oh well. There are worse things to be.
And my party tomorrow is going to rock, and none of any of this matters a whit in the grand scheme. I just know, I'm immature. And I don't want to change. Because if mature is cool and reserved and polite - I don't want to be those things. Sure, manners are good, but honesty is better.
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