Hello, I'm Michelle Hart, and I'm a moron.
This has been a public service announcement on the behalf of the People Who Can Never Learn From Their Mistakes, Dammit party.
(Yes, most of the time I'm reasonably intelligent and even make a good pretence at being socialised. I still, however, appear to have to fill my quota of complete and utter screw-ups, and therefore have done so again. Yes, I apologise for being tremendously cryptic, and I know I hate it when other people are cryptic at me; I'm probably happy to tell most of you in general terms what I'm whining about if you want to ask me in person, but it's not something I feel like spraying all over LJ and making matters worse.)
Also, I failed my first MMS prac today. Whee. (That's 'failed' as in 'did better than most of the class seemed to have, but still didn't even finish the stupid thing due to being incapable of drawing diagrams and handwriting, which they should *know*, damn them'.)
You can probably tell that I'm not in the best of moods. I'm writing a LJ entry because otherwise I have to attempt to rake through these mounds of papers to find the scrappy notes I made during my hardware practical, in order to write it up, because currently my name is highlighted in ugly red-maroon on the tick list as a Very Naughty Girl for not having done so. Or do some maths, or my MMS work that I need to hand in at noon tomorrow and have barely started (don't even get me started on the diameter of a piece of spaghetti - telling me to model some length as the diameter of a piece of spaghetti *without telling me what you're assuming said diameter to be* and then expecting me to do calculations with my random guess at the diameter (how should I know? isn't it wildly different for different spaghetti? should the writer of this question not be given a Could Do Better?) okay, so I got started on it) or dust or something...
This has been part two of Chronicals of Fifth Week, brought to you by the number 'foo' and the letter 'biscuit'.
This has been a public service announcement on the behalf of the People Who Can Never Learn From Their Mistakes, Dammit party.
(Yes, most of the time I'm reasonably intelligent and even make a good pretence at being socialised. I still, however, appear to have to fill my quota of complete and utter screw-ups, and therefore have done so again. Yes, I apologise for being tremendously cryptic, and I know I hate it when other people are cryptic at me; I'm probably happy to tell most of you in general terms what I'm whining about if you want to ask me in person, but it's not something I feel like spraying all over LJ and making matters worse.)
Also, I failed my first MMS prac today. Whee. (That's 'failed' as in 'did better than most of the class seemed to have, but still didn't even finish the stupid thing due to being incapable of drawing diagrams and handwriting, which they should *know*, damn them'.)
You can probably tell that I'm not in the best of moods. I'm writing a LJ entry because otherwise I have to attempt to rake through these mounds of papers to find the scrappy notes I made during my hardware practical, in order to write it up, because currently my name is highlighted in ugly red-maroon on the tick list as a Very Naughty Girl for not having done so. Or do some maths, or my MMS work that I need to hand in at noon tomorrow and have barely started (don't even get me started on the diameter of a piece of spaghetti - telling me to model some length as the diameter of a piece of spaghetti *without telling me what you're assuming said diameter to be* and then expecting me to do calculations with my random guess at the diameter (how should I know? isn't it wildly different for different spaghetti? should the writer of this question not be given a Could Do Better?) okay, so I got started on it) or dust or something...
This has been part two of Chronicals of Fifth Week, brought to you by the number 'foo' and the letter 'biscuit'.
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Date: 2003-11-12 09:54 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2003-11-12 10:14 am (UTC)From:Congratulations on the realisation that you are human. I am sure you still screw up less than the rest of us, so you should not be so hard on yourself.
Love,
Marble.
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Date: 2003-11-12 03:16 pm (UTC)From: