2:18 Mid Thursday Afternoon (5 November 2009)
  Americans and Guy Fawkes
The only thing we know about it is what we saw in the movie V for Vendetta. Literally. And then we get all righteous and pretend like we are all experts.
Anyway.
I took an exam yesterday (my first proper exam of the semester). it was shit. there are 7 or so of us in the class, and it was meant to be about a 50-minute long exam (because that's how long our class period is). It began at 1:30 and we were all still working on it when Dr. D said, "Um, I have 2:22 on my watch...does anyone have a class after this?" and like, two people did...so we all had to stop.
I felt REALLY good about all the questions I answered, like, I knew the material...but the remaining questions were all involving maths - which I can do, and indeed, I enjoy and understand...I just am not very fast at math.
So I suppose I feel like I am at an unfair disadvantage...if anyone got further than me on the exam and did the maths problems - I know just as much as they do, but i am not fast enough. And in a situation where your knowledge is being tested, and not your mental agility, I don't know that it's reasonable...but maybe I'm just illogically angry that I'll get a bad score comparitavely.
anyway i walked out and it was hard not to cry. I haven't cried over an exam in so long!
also: still extremely riled over the gross ignorance and puritan discrimination happening all over the US.
I've suspected it too but I seriously don't think it's a big deal especially since it's pretty much normal these days and it's not like he's going flat out one way or the other. The stupidest part is that it's like 'oh my gosh, all eyes on me NOW!' when it's been long happening or something. Just bah. What's done is done.
Well, I say you, me, sleepover at Arina's. Or here even. How does that sound?
Had a post-op appointment today because it has been sore. Stitches were supposed to dissolve but they were a bit long so they removed them. My bottom-right is still pretty tender but I can eat food now which is good.
Short time frame of you being here makes me sad. I really hope if I do get a job I'd have enough time to devote it to Teresa time. Sigh...