After much deliberation over the horribleness of planting aspirated cockroach imagery in my mind, after taking in the lung cancers lecture, I've decided to put our differences aside and like Dr. Cockroach, though I will be bitter enough about the wriggling nastiness to dub her Dr. Cockroach, but the love is there, I assure you.
You see, fourth term, I had forgotten what it's like to have someone, even a guest lecturer, seem to be genuinely on our side to *teach us the stuff we're supposed to know* and NOT out to punish us for the decision to become doctors, which has seemed to be more the norm this term.
Weird part is I like a lot of the material in fourth term; a LOT better than second term (I like Dr. H just fine; I just REALLY don't like physio unless something's malfunctioning in it), actually, and I'm doing decently enough. I just feel like there's an us against them situation where we must be forced into their learning model, have time wasted with busywork, and then have them devise questions where even when I know the correct answer, the question is jerky. Like some footnote in the notes mentioned once and glossed during lecture will be a question on the test that I only get because it was a diagnosis on House, so it stuck in my head. Those sorts of questions.
This feeling was also stressed by our "introductory" packet, that included a cutely patronizing and wrongly attributed poem about students getting what they deserve because they complain to the professors about getting shoddy or incomplete notes. Hardy har har. I'm working hard on my response to it. What rhymes with "Pretentious, self-congratulatory nonsense?"
The presence of someone working in our best interest not only brings out the appreciation of her, but an appreciation of what *could* be the course. Maybe we could convince her to make the switch. The weather's pretty much the same here as in SC, the cockroaches are approximately the same size, but I haven't seen them fly ("palmetto bugs", my ass) and we get fewer hurricanes.
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yeah...maybe she could replace dr. bush outright...oh and what's more, her husband owns a long chain of taco bells, sure it's grade d meat, and it's not real mexican food by any stretch of the imagination, but i'm a vegetarian, and apparently they spoke of putting one up down here...oh you're right, please let them keep her!!
"Pretentious, self-congratulatory nonsense"
I'm going to go with "contentious, out-for-glory, condesence". Though I'm not sure is condescence is really a word, and I've already used that lne in my "why I hate SGA" poem.
-RedBird
Eh, I like mine better.
But thanks for reading!
LOL, I loved that entry, RedBird!
And believe me, when you put in extra bus routes, we LOVE you guys!
Also helped drive out the Oxygen network, so on behalf of lazy non-SGAers everywhere, we do appreciate your work, and thank you!
I like how the person who left the "fat slob" comment didn't even have the balls to put a name with their post. HAHA! -- Krash
Also I think I am sending clips of this blog to the dean... I have had enough
Tsk tsk "Neil".
As for the Dean, awesome. Always good to have new readers.
Why are you removing my posts. Do you want me to tell the real story why you missed the Biochem Final??? Remember I was there
You Fat Slob
wow! blog drama! I wish mine had as much excitement. At the same time, I'm a little bit confused about what they find so offensive. Is a cute nickname really such a terrible thing? - R
Because you were mean to a poster, and pretty much, because I felt like it. Besides; this pseudocontroversy's getting a little old. Trolls are entertaining and all, but their idle threats do get repetitive.
R - Ooh, I could start some!
I will send the whole of the Grenadian police force to your dorm for being mean about an SGA meeting!
Ishie, you didn't have to remove Neil's post. I wasn't offended. I find him quite entertaining actually. -- Krash
The only thing pseudo is the illness you faked to get out of the exam... the rest of us had to take. It is a form of cheating. Talk all you want, but can you look at yourself in the mirror.
You should be in term two... you fat slob
Ah, you outed me! At the time, I was actually getting hammered at Banana's, coated in cocaine and loose women. I was gonna take the exam, but ended up on a charter jet to Vegas with Martha Stewart. I think she still had the ankle bracelet.
Now, playtime over, "Neil". Study time. The older kids have work to do.
I am honored though. You're my first real troll on this blog!
You know, with the "scandal" that "Neil" over here (if that really is your name) is creating, your blog hits are going to be through the roof tonight Ishie. Redbird is right, my blog doesn't get this kind of drama either. How do you do it Ishie?
-Lil' Grr
LG - I'll troll your blog if you troll mine. -R
Ah man, Ishie, you removed his posts again. He was really reaching there for a little bit...I almost felt sorry for him, but he was entertaining. -- Krash
It's a deal Redbird! It'll be great! our hits will go through the roof! And my compliments on the counter at the top of your blog. -Lil' Grr
You were there, "Neil"?!?! Oh, wait a minute; it was SECOND term you were "incapacitated" then, wasn't it? tsk tsk
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