Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Yesterday was a shitty day. TOday is better.
But let me just say. I have now comprised a list of people who need to check their powertrip at the door. For your reading pleasure, I have written it out.
-Meter Maids. Really. YOur job is to ticket cars. This does not make you God's right hand man. Further more, that little ticket machine you carry around does not double as a septar and make you royalty. While we are on it, your little outfit sucks, and if you thought you were royalty, when you look in the mirror and see drab taupe staring back at you, you should be less confused.
-Those damn TA's that do things like say 'don't waste my time by asking me questions.' Really? You get your financial aid because people like me have questions.
-The other variety of TA's that think I am actually interested enough in statistics to require me to write a long ass paper on a long ass theory that will only be used maybe twice in my life.
-That 'know it all' that is in all of your classes, whom I believe, is hired by the university solely to irritate the everloving SHIT out of you. The particular know it all in question frustrated the teacher so much that she LITERALLY did the 'zip it' hand sign when he began babbling about how short middle eastern people were, and how freakishly huge Americans were in the middle of stats class.
-Those that feel that they have some power or control over me, when in all reality, they don't. If I do not talk to you twice a week, if you do not partake in any of the three F's, and if you are not an educator that has me on your role, YOU DON'T OWN ME. Don't send me text messages telling me where I am supposed to be, or anything crazy like that.
I don't know about you, but I definately feel better. ¶ 2:39 PM
But let me just say. I have now comprised a list of people who need to check their powertrip at the door. For your reading pleasure, I have written it out.
-Meter Maids. Really. YOur job is to ticket cars. This does not make you God's right hand man. Further more, that little ticket machine you carry around does not double as a septar and make you royalty. While we are on it, your little outfit sucks, and if you thought you were royalty, when you look in the mirror and see drab taupe staring back at you, you should be less confused.
-Those damn TA's that do things like say 'don't waste my time by asking me questions.' Really? You get your financial aid because people like me have questions.
-The other variety of TA's that think I am actually interested enough in statistics to require me to write a long ass paper on a long ass theory that will only be used maybe twice in my life.
-That 'know it all' that is in all of your classes, whom I believe, is hired by the university solely to irritate the everloving SHIT out of you. The particular know it all in question frustrated the teacher so much that she LITERALLY did the 'zip it' hand sign when he began babbling about how short middle eastern people were, and how freakishly huge Americans were in the middle of stats class.
-Those that feel that they have some power or control over me, when in all reality, they don't. If I do not talk to you twice a week, if you do not partake in any of the three F's, and if you are not an educator that has me on your role, YOU DON'T OWN ME. Don't send me text messages telling me where I am supposed to be, or anything crazy like that.
I don't know about you, but I definately feel better. ¶ 2:39 PM
