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I’m already feeling that summer vibe when my Bio150 lab instructor texted my mother saying that I DID NOT PASS a full scientific paper. Let’s check the facts, I was determined to pass Biology this semester, and if you’ve been reading my past entires, I was actually happy about my status of being a Bio150 student. I did ALL my papers and passed them ALL ON TIME. Take note, ON TIME. I. Did. Not. Miss. One. Fucking. Lulzy. Crazy-ass. Scientific. Paper.
I grabbed my cellphone and texted my teacher in a nice, calm, appropriate way. I deleted the message instantly, I want to hear her voice and talk to her. This text message simply will not work.
If only I recorded the conversation with my teacher, I’m telling you it was probably the MOST PRETENTIOUS moment of my life. I was smiling as I talked to her and even pulled off jokes; “Ma’am, dalian niyo lang yung exam ah.“
In reality, I was filled to the brim with anger as she was discussing HOW SHE NEVER GOT MY PAPER and that I am required to TAKE the Final Exam because I “missed” to pass it (I WILL SAY FOR OVER A THOUSAND TIMES THAT: I. FUCKING. PASSED. THAT. FUCKING. PAPER.). I explained that I passed it and that SHE MIGHT HAVE MISPLACED IT (which she did, trust me). But she kept saying that I SHOULD GO MAKE ANOTHER ONE and pass it to her. My old computer got FUCKED a couple of weeks ago, and my stupid-ass scientific papers WERE THERE. Which means that I HAVE TO RE-DO A COMPLETE SCIENTIFIC PAPER.
Do you even have an idea how HARD it is to make a FULL SCIENTIFIC PAPER? It takes research, patience, and lots of copy+pasting from the internet! I simply DO NOT HAVE THE TIME to RESEARCH and COPY PASTE. Well, I actually do but I’m on my SUMMER MODE.
A couple of hours ago I went to the shack behind our house, chain smoking non-stop. I was screaming LOTS and LOTS of curses. In between those curses, I was channeling Michael Corleone and I was just GROWLING uncontrollably: “Just when I thought I was out, they pulled me back in! They PULLED ME BACK IN!”
I. Am. Angry.
But alas, she’s the teacher. She’s the boss. She’s the fucking MAN. I have to obey. I am NOTHING but a bumbling student under her power, craving for that passing mark. Oh, fuck. Times like this when you need to pass a subject, you can’t stick it to the MAN (maybe I’ll do that after.).
It’s so fucking unfair how this turned out. I actually encountered a lot of friends suffering the same fate, the one where they passed papers but the teacher MISPLACED IT therefore giving THE STUDENT a FAILED MARK. I just didn’t expect that it would happen to me–and honestly, it’s fucked.
It’s so fucking unfair. You did the work, you passed on time. Why can’t they just check the paper, record the score, and give it back for the student to see. After of which they could either ask for it back, or give it to the student permanently.
This is actually a problem with SOME (I’m not generalizing) teachers waiting for the end of the semester to check the student’s paper (because Hey! That’s the only time that they’ll make the grades right?) And when the paper’s not on their table (SOME teachers doesn’t have tables, they have something which resembles the SMOKEY MOUNTAIN), they rant. They call the student and ask them to repeat the process ALL. Over. Again.
Gah. Oh fuck, I have nothing left to do but go back to Los Banos and do the work all over again, take that exam, and then go back to summer mode. Just when I thought I was out, they fucking pulled me back in.
It’s surprising, but I now hate Biology more than I hate Statistics.
And you know, at times like these, it makes me lose faith in humanity.
I decided to take a break from the Kinsella-esque series to have a little variety. Since I like cover albums, here’s an awesome cover album (with one original song) which features songs from the 50’s-60’s.
Stubbs the Zombie: “Rebel with a Pulse” is one awesome game. I had a chance to play it a couple of times during my frequent rendezvous to a college buddy’s apartment in Los Banos. Running on the Halo engine, Stubbs the Zombie is kinda like GTA but instead of being a dude who’s caught between gangs and mafias, you play Stubbs, a zombie who is hungry as hell. You go around the free environment eating people’s brains and carcasses, killing the police who fuck you up (you can even use their arms, legs, or their head as a weapon). Awesome, right?
What’s even more awesome is the game’s soundtrack which is a collection of songs from the 50’s and 60’s remade by different artists including Death Cab for Cutie, The Flaming Lips, Ben Kweller, The Walkmen, and Clem Snide–just to name a few.
It’s interesting how each artist interpreted each song and put their own little touches to fit for today’s generation of hipsters. I had a good time listening to the soundtrack, and maybe you would too. Make your parents and grandparents listen to it and sing along with them. Stubbs the Zombie: The Soundtrack, just like the game, is seriously a lot of fun. (link after the jump)
