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it's an accelerated option they have...it's hard...however... the teacher was an ass.... I don't mind working hard, but this guy LOVED to fool people and try to trick you. Evil, evil, man. Was a shitty teacher, couldn't explain worth a damn. One of my classmates told me I should have been teaching the class. Liked to flirt with the pretty girls (they all hated him), but they played along as to not rock the boat. Tried to give this one girl an F for her in class participation, just 'cus she had a hard time with the pronunciation. F'er. and I made an A in spite off all his efforts to kill my grade. I think he didn't like it that I was a few years older than him, and he couldn't intimidate me. FUCK OFF prof T----s. :mad: I haven't had more than 4 hours of sleep a night since June 8th. Did I say he was an AAAAAASSSSSSSS!!!!!
My stats class for summer 2 will be a breeze compared to that. NOTHING could be worse than what I just went through. UGH. I think I have post traumatic Spanish disorder. I was dreaming the other night and in the dream I was arguing with myself about spanish verb conjugations. That's when you know it's too much. Ass hole. Good riddance. :bounce:
And now I'm having a few....:toast: :beer: Cheers to the weekend everybody. It's my husband's birthday, and he and I have decided we are having a party for two all weekend, as last month my birthday was a complete bust because I had to study. He's 36 and I was 37 last summer. (Happy Birthday, babe. Thanks for encouraging me to go back to school to finish my degree. Love ya! :hi:)
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