i'm angry (note angry face
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first i'm at college, right, and we're having this class - Financial Management I. and there are these 7 chicks, 2 of which i would very much like to scrog, and they're fucking nerds. THEY STUDY IN THEIR FUCKING BREAKS!!
IN THEIR BREAKS!!
so anyways in FM I we have case studies (balance sheets and some other info.) and we have to answer questions using the data provided. we do one case study per class, so if we did case study 10 in the last class the next one will be 11.
these stupid bitches with sand in their vaginas act like the case studies are homework and so they go to class with the whole thing solved.
so the teacher asks "so what's the _____?" and they reply with whatever number they came up with before you can even start to do the math. neither they nor the the teacher explain just how you get to that value and stuff, and they quickly move on. um, hello?
and the teacher is another piece of shit. you know, i have a problem - i'm obsessively punctual. it doesn't matter how early i have to be somewhere, not only will i be there on time, i'll be 5 minutes early.
and this stupid piece of shit of a teacher arrives 20-30 minutes late to most classes, doesn't applogise and acts like that's what's actually on the timetable. lack of punctuality really pisses me off. and because of the 7 nerds in the class we get all the answers without actually learning how to, you know, get to them, and since we do 1 case study per class these often end 20-30 mintures
early. leaving early only makes him happy, of course, so i bet these classes are like a dream come true to him - come in late, pretend to give a class for 20 minutes and leave. i don't care if he's busy and he's got another job (i'm assuming this is why he's always late), if the other one keeps him so busy he should never have taken up teaching in the first place.
and then i go to the office to print some stuff for college and my uncle, DRUNK, invites me (and by invites i mean he orders me) to have dinner at his place. the guy's 56 and father of 2 kids and he still drinks more than me. one time a friend of his told me that he thinks my uncle drinks too much (his own friends talk about this behind his back!), but i could never bring myself to tell him or his son (my cousin) that. i don't think i ever will.
he gets drunk at lunch, arrives late at the office, doesn't do shit all afternoon and everytime he finds me there he makes me listen to him ramble about all kinds of stupid shit.
/rant
bah.
Ahhhh nostalgia.
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