After a year and a semester of writing essays for Joyner, I am finally done. I don't have to see her again, ever. (granted, I'll be going to the same school for another semester but I'm not actually going to make eye contact with her.)
What I am worried about, is what I'll say to her if I see her 10 years down the road. Probably... "Paper or Plastic?"
I did finals all week, only three though... In my welding class, I guess I *was* the final, because when I showed up to class 7 minutes late everybody was acting like they just lost a bet. "Did you have a pool on me or something?" "Yeah"
I remember last year when somebody shot hoops for their grade with a crumpled up paper and a trash can, when he lost to Mr. G he made the same kind of sounds half the class was making that day. How unfortunate...
Anyway, I don't really get finals. It doesn't make any logical sense to do so much work at once. When in the real world will I only have two hours to do 6 pages of physics? The only scenario I can think of is if there's a fucking asteroid on a collision course with earth and I'm trapped in a room with the world's only death-ray, so I have to do the dirty work.
And most finals defeat the purposes of tests, because they're so huge that they don't test what you learned, but rather your ability to cram an entire semester into your short term memory. Again, I don't really want a job where I need to do that kind of stuff. I'll bring fucking notecards to my presentation....
Posted by Insomniac at January 19, 2006 11:06 PM