it's all about leadership and finding inner strength and dissecting the harry potter books and making OSU the best school it can be. things that make me want to vomit. idk. the course description just sounded like such utter shit. The edible sea vampires is just a marinebio class i think.
hey, in my defense, i'm pretty sure it's that room. because i did the same thing in psych. but those are the only classes i've ever been quite that bad. seriously. there is something wrong with that room. bad mojo or whatever. (god, there were times in psych were i muttered things and i swear you didn't even hear me and then avery would come over and start talking to me about it and i would have to try very hard not to have my eyeballs explode.)
(also, i think i actually wanted the teachers to hear me half the time i did that. because i'm slightly passive-aggressive, i think. plus, i never really wanted to go talk to them later and if they would just overhear anything and we could discuss it then without me having to get out of my chair, that would be so miuch better. laziness. it explains everything about me.)
Did you know it's almost impossible to find an actual fucking list of what credits you are required to take on the OSU site? because it is. i spent almost 2 hours and i still have no fucking clue. so yay me. whatever. i'm so going to take this grammar course though because it sounds the least painful of all the courses. and i'm sure i will desperately regret it later. and you know how much i love to complain.
my brain is weird. it decided, without my consent, that we are still entertaining thoughts of entering pediatrics and i thought we'd decided against that in 10th grade. of course, i also never really wanted to work with children if i was ever having any, but yeah. well that probably still won't be a problem due to my issues with human contact and also my complete assurance that sex isn't worth anything, especially the trouble. that and i recently spent time with a baby and remembered that i would totally be one of those parents who would be stay-at-home-ish, but then i would go insane having to take care of a child everyday. i don't like people needing me to do things. i obviously have the maturity of a child's teaset type teacup. let's revist that scenario of me living pretty much in the woods and never leaving my house. seems like a plan.
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Date: 2010-07-09 08:14 pm (UTC)hey, in my defense, i'm pretty sure it's that room. because i did the same thing in psych. but those are the only classes i've ever been quite that bad. seriously. there is something wrong with that room. bad mojo or whatever.
(god, there were times in psych were i muttered things and i swear you didn't even hear me and then avery would come over and start talking to me about it and i would have to try very hard not to have my eyeballs explode.)
(also, i think i actually wanted the teachers to hear me half the time i did that. because i'm slightly passive-aggressive, i think. plus, i never really wanted to go talk to them later and if they would just overhear anything and we could discuss it then without me having to get out of my chair, that would be so miuch better. laziness. it explains everything about me.)
Did you know it's almost impossible to find an actual fucking list of what credits you are required to take on the OSU site? because it is. i spent almost 2 hours and i still have no fucking clue. so yay me. whatever. i'm so going to take this grammar course though because it sounds the least painful of all the courses. and i'm sure i will desperately regret it later. and you know how much i love to complain.
my brain is weird. it decided, without my consent, that we are still entertaining thoughts of entering pediatrics and i thought we'd decided against that in 10th grade. of course, i also never really wanted to work with children if i was ever having any, but yeah. well that probably still won't be a problem due to my issues with human contact and also my complete assurance that sex isn't worth anything, especially the trouble. that and i recently spent time with a baby and remembered that i would totally be one of those parents who would be stay-at-home-ish, but then i would go insane having to take care of a child everyday. i don't like people needing me to do things. i obviously have the maturity of a child's teaset type teacup. let's revist that scenario of me living pretty much in the woods and never leaving my house. seems like a plan.