My Life...

My sinceriestly apologies. I have not been writing any blogograms to you lately because I have been incredibly busy with my studies! Shocking, I know! I was doing so well for a while but unfortunately I have hit a wall two days before my next midterm which is why I'm writing again!

My countdown to the end of the semester has begun and it is as follows: 1 midterm, 6 cases, 2 finals. And then I will be free to enjoy Christmas and my lack of funds to buy my dear, dear friends and family gifts! You hear that friends and family? You're getting homemade gifts this year. Yup. Enjoy.

So, down to business:

To everyone who thinks it is okay to talk to me and people like me in class:

On behalf of all people, like me, who hate talking to other people, making small talk, paying attention in class, and NOT doodling in their notes. Stop talking to us. I mean it. Stop. And no, I will not let you see my notes, I will not let you see my drawings, I will NOT tell you what the teacher just said and I will NOT tell you what the remedial assignment is! Because for the most part, I haven't taken any notes, my drawings are too awesome for your peasant eyes, I don't know what the teacher just said and I don't know what the remedial assignment is and I won't tell you even if I did because I want you to suffer!

If you so desire an explanation let me paint a picture for you:

I am at breaking point, I just finished a major project, two presentations AND two midterms. Now I am in Business Law, an evening class, I am falling asleep but also nervously awaiting the results from my midterm. Teacher tells us almost everyone sucked balls on the exam. Great, more nerves. But don't worry there is a remedial assignment you can do if you're one of those people who like to do stuff like that. Well, I finally get my midterm back and:

WHAT?

I got the second highest mark in the class?! (It's full of asians) High-Fives for me!! No remedial assignment for me!! As if I would do it anyways....

Alright so now I'm happy. Then it happens. A sweet little asian girl asks me to move my purse so she can sit down beside me. Strike One, no one sits beside me. No One.

She proceeds to look over her midterm and then asks me what my answer was for one of the questions even though the teacher just went over all the questions! Strike Two and Three because I don't want to talk to you AND you're being stupid.

She then asks me what the teacher said about the remedial assignment. What! Can't you hear?? Stop looking at your midterm and listen up if you need the remedial assignment so bad!

The teacher has since started writing notes on the board and she asks me if she can see my notes.

DOES THIS GIRL NOT KNOW WHO I AM?!?

You would think the fact that I was practically growling all my answers to her previous questions at her would make her think twice about continuing this relationship, but no, it. gets. worst.

I have written a full page of notes. Without any drawings. so I turn the page to begin writing again. She straight up turns my page back so she can see my notes on the other side!

I didn't even know what to do with myself. But because I am only a bitch on the inside I let her look at my notes, I answered all her questions, and I told her all I knew about the remedial assignment. I guess I actually encouraged her with my "kindness".

Sometimes I wish I was a bitch in real life and not just on my blog/inside my head...

Anyways, if you wanted further proof that I have reached my breaking point, here is a very scary drawing:

Not really sure how to explain this one.

Sorry for the long post but it's been awhile anyways so I had to make up for the ones I missed.