• out of the bad, comes the good •
Thursday, October 25th 2001 05:47PM
"You're scribblin'," Becky commented after I told her what happened.
It was predictable that I would fall into another breakdown. Fortunately, there weren't that many people in lab. My face was deep red. I tried looking at my code and could barely think of the right algorithim to process sentences/questions for the CS project.
I mean that says something. Something about the way I feel about Alex. Marisol accused me of following my head rather than my heart. But she was right all along. We'll just have to see what happens.
I had sent my sister a text message in a frantic. She went through the same experience I did...but her results weren't the same. Sucks. I gotta meet Jimmy though, who thought I was just another girl...having yet another drama in my life. Puff! Let's call him Jimbo Bimbo from now on. :)
C+. And I can't change the grading option either unless I have extenuating circumstances. Being creative as I am, I probably could come up with something, but that would be unfair to everybody else. I haven't recieved such a poor grade on papers since my sophomore year in high school. That's like four years ago. Although I spent more time on that paper, I still recieved the same grade. I learned that I needed to use a lot of becauses. Somehow I forgot to change the grading option last Friday. I don't know how...but I did. Why. That's about the only thing I regret now. Bleh. This means I have to work hard. I have to write a better paper. On Dante. I find the Inferno really interesting. My parents made me attend "bible" school in middle school. I was okay with it until the group leader told us that all people who never knew God would be condemned for all eternity. That was the moment that I knew that I couldn't be a hardcore Catholic. I support abortion. Euthanasia. Stem cell research. Democrats. Homosexuals. I don't support prayer in schools though. Nonetheless, the hypocrisy veered me away. It's unfair. Yet Dante had to condemn the people who never heard of Christ. At least, they get to live in a meadow. Alas, their sorrow.
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