First off, apparently, my classmates hate me. Monday, Tiffany and I were in the histo lab looking at slides for the test we had yesterday. Admittedly, we were being pretty loud. We can't help it; we have a good time. Anyway, supposedly, when we left at five, someone started clapping because we were gone. There weren't that many people in there and it makes me mad. Because if by now, my class hasn't figured out that I'm loud then fuck them. And fuck them again if they don't have the balls to tell me to be quiet. And I know now Martha will be all 'be careful what you say because you don't know who will read this', but I don't care because I'm pretty sure it was the big dumb bitch Selena that clapped. And that my friends is the pot calling the kettle black.
Anyway, yesterday, we had a terrible histology final. Dr. Frappier honestly hates us. I needed a 75% to keep my B. Only a 50% to get a C. I'll probably fall somewhere inbetween. Especially since, on one part that was six or so questions, I put papillae every time instead of lamina. Ugh.
Today was the nutrition final. I had a low A going in and I think I might of done okay on the test. Hopefully, well enough to pull an A in the class. My first vet school A! No, Peggy, I didn't get an A in cell bio. Thanks for rubbing it in my face.
Tomorrow is the physiology final. I have a C in the class and don't know what I need to keep it but need a 48.5 out of 50 for a B. So, I'll take my C and be happy. I know I know the material better than I'm testing on it. Everyone is freaking out but its just 50 points. A majority of the class points is over and done. Ugh.
And Monday is my anatomy final and the start of the new block. I don't know what I need and am not postive that I want to know. I'm not doing so hot in that class and I blame my lack of motivation and ablitiy to remember things esp. arteries because in the end doesn't surgery come down to 'cut that, don't cut that, stop that bleeding'. I think it does. And hopefully, the new block isn't as scary as it sounds.
Anyway, I'm not mad at Joe anymore. I guess I wasn't really to begin with, just in one of my 'why can't I be a normal girlfriend every once in a while' moods that I get every three months of so.
Now to take a nap and fake some studying.
PS-my dog ate a rubber ball. I don't know how much she ate versus just tore up. Still waiting for it to come out her butt.
[Originally, posted to Blogger on March 5, 2011.]
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