The not liking Dacia part first. I don’t like her because she doesn’t use direct objects when she talks. It’s frustrating because then you have no clue what she’s talking about. She showed me a packet of papers like three yards away from me and she was like
DID YOU DROP
I stared like a rabbit into the headlights of poorly expressed inane bullshit. My first thought was that she found some random papers that clearly weren’t mine based on the handwriting and name on the top of the paper, and she had assumed that it was mine and I had dropped it and was subsequently in dire need of its return. After being confused for a moment, she asks
DID YOU DROP IN BOX?
Well, I don’t know what the box is and I don’t know what that paper is, so I’m going to go with no.
YOU HAVE TO DROP.
What? I’m someone who has a pretty good grasp of my personal and academic obligations, and I’m certain I haven’t omitted anything of the sort. By no means do I HAVE TO DROP, whatever that means.
YOU HAVE TO DROP IN BOX FOR LAB.
Lab, now that’s something that I know exists. Now I know. She didn’t finish her assignment during classtime like everyone else because she’s really bad with computers, even simple things like searching for things on the web. I remember seeing her at the computer next to me, and she was halfway finished by the time I was completely done. Also she didn’t know how to get a popup ad off of the screen and called over the TA. Derp. So now she’s going back to turn her assignment in by dropping it in a box in the lab room.
“I turned it in the day of.”
OH OKAY. I’M GOING TO TURN IT IN.
Wow, you’re bad at communication. I should definitely blog about this.
I had two midterms today. You get the scores back the same day. I did quite poorly on both, but I’m going to challenge one (along with half the class). I know everything on Biochem. If you grade me off, you’re wrong. I know everything. Whatever. Everyone I talked to did pretty bad as well, and from what I understand there’s no curve. But it doesn’t matter because we’ll just all not get residencies together after we graduate to languish and toil under the heavy harness of retail pharmacy and be complete shit at life. Or whatever. At this point I’m so afraid of retail pharmacy (basically being a Walgreens monkey) that I’ll go into a PhD program afterwards if I’m forced into it.
Also I got an “unacceptable” grade on my compounding lab, not for technique or calculations, but because I labeled something wrong. I don’t care though because I copied the girl next to me and also because everyone gets that grade on their first few labs. Grades aren’t that important or something. I’ll live. JK I’m hypercompetitive and now I get to channel my rage into the next exam.
xoxo gossip girl