One of Those Days
Anyone who doesn’t want to suffer through the following ranting of an old student, please pop over to Bitchitude’s site and help her out with her homework.
For those of you who haven’t read my illustrious profile… I spent a couple of decades in Corporate America. Now I’ve decided to complete my advanced degree and inflict all that hard won wisdom on the youth of America. Hey, it’s only fair they should suffer right along side the rest of us.
Talk about embarassing, wayyyy back when I was in school you went in with your little pencils and scratch paper, plenty of erasers, a ruler to draw pretty lines with, and cheat sheets penned on the inside of your shirt.
OK, so give me a break here. I’m an over 50 guy who’s decided to go out and finish up my education so I can save the world from Corporate destruction. So cut me a little slack.
I study my butt off for an Economics test I had yesterday so I’m beat down to my socks. Took a double dose of antihistamines because of a damned cold, and I’m stressed to the max.
My first midterm in only God knows how long, so I’m damned if I’m gonne screw it up.
Scene sufficiently set for disaster?
Ok, so I calmly walk in, set my three ton backpack down and start draggin out all my cool little tools… #2 pencil, protractor so I can draw pretty graphs, compass so I can draw pretty little archs, erasers, scratch paper, and the one 3X5 notecard the instructor says we can put anything we want on (may as well cheat in the open I guess) which believe me I wrote verrryyyy small to get everything on.
I look up and everyone is lookin at me like I’m nuts! What the hell? We’re takin the test on a "scantron?" What the hell is a scantron? Who knew? You can’t draw pretty little crap on a scantron?
Fine… I’m leaving the shit just where I put it. I need the security.
I wanna know just who the moron was who invented these things? Have you seen these little items of torture? I mean, gimme a break! I mean really… last time I saw anything similar the blocks were at least large enough you could write in them with a pencil the size of a small tree trunk. Hell no… the whole damned answer sheet was the size of my grocery bill for Pete’s sake!
Sure, I’m old now… I wear contacts so I get to wear these cool shades instead of nurd glasses. Normally I can actually read with them even the fine print. Here’s where the disaster comes in. Hmmm… let’s see now… antihistamines to dry out my sinus… air conditioning running full blast (this is Hawai`i)… and fine print.
Guess what folks… the cold medicine and the air conditioning sucked every last drop of moisture outta my eyes in about five minutes flat! Try putting drops in you say? Ok… eyes blurred for about five munutes and now can read for about another five…. repeat as necessary for a one hour test. Damn that sucked. Felt like I should have just marked up the sheet at random and called it quits.
Next time I’m bringing a spray bottle and a magnifyng glass.
DB













