One of my professors this semester (whose class I’ve absolutely despised and who I think highly lacks in teaching skills) assigned the following as finals:
-A 2500 word final paper
-A presentation of said paper
-A final exam
-An additional 1000 word essay about what we thought about the class (in which I was brutally honest)
Who does that??
Currently I’m not having problems with earning money, it’s the problem with finding any time to get to the bank that’s making me broke…
So tonight was my brother’s last band concert of the year. He play percussion in the high school band. I played flute, and honestly band was probably one of the most important things in my life at that time. It was a refuge, a way of expressing myself, and a social environment for me. My band teacher was a huge influence in my life and he made it clear to me my senior year that I had made a huge impact on his life as well.
Well tonight I went to say hello to the director after the concert was over. Two other guys from the same class I’d been in were there and they stopped to say hello to him and they got their picture taken. After that was done, the director briefly noticed me, gave me an awkward hug, and just kind of stood there. I complimented the concert and their new auditorium and he just acted like he didn’t have a clue who I was. He pretty much just ended up walking away after I’d said my bit. He never once said my name (I know, maybe it’s silly, but it’s a big deal to me), he barely looked me in the eye, and he had no appearance of wanting to see how I was doing. Granted, I’m sure he was tired and ready to get out of there, but it made me really sad.
April 29, 2012.
Suddenly it seems like everyone at my school has pink hair.
One of my lovely customers sent me a message today with this link.
And here is my United/World of Love line:
My heart sank a little bit. The World/United States of Love line that I created is one of the reasons that I was able to quit my full-time job. They even stole the…
Damn. The only reason I support Urban Outfitters is because they give my boyfriend an income, but they’re sneaky little bastards who even rip their employees off. Actually, they probably rip their employees off more than their customers. But for now they’re helping him have a little money to live off of. But wow.
I fucking hate working with incompetent, inconsiderate morons on group assignments. Once again, this kid has proved to be a total jerkoff.
I’m really frustrated this week.
I sold a necklace to someone over ebay and she began berating me for how “long” it was taking to send the item, even though I said I would send it within 10 days because of school and it had only been about 6 days. Then I sent it and she got it and now says that it doesn’t look how she expected it to…. It’s a brown necklace but it looks kind of dark in the photo and she apparently thought it was black. So now she wants to return it for a refund, even though the page she bought it from clearly says NO RETURNS OR REFUND.