Well, another chapter of my life has come and gone, and I once again find myself 1/12 closer to graduating college. I turned in my term paper in Marriage 101 yesterday, and it was actually kind of sad. That class was definitely the best class this quarter for me. One, because I did learn about myself in relationships and whatnot, and two, the grading was extremely lenient, and I could very well get an A.
Seriously though, this past week was so nuts. I was stressing out hardcore because in 3 days I had to finish a project and 2 papers, but in the end, I think things turned out fine. Except for ROMCOM. In case I haven't talked to you about it, ROMCOM is the Romantic Comedies film class I took this past quarter. I was pretty psyched about it in January because I thought it would be an easy A.
"Thought" being the operative word.
Turns out it was not only the first year for the Prof., but it was the first year for the TA's. All that equals up to a very crappy grading system. Throughout the quarter, I noticed that whenever I would turn in a paper or an assignment that I worked hard on, I would get a C. By the same token, when I would hand in shit in assignment form, for some reason, I was given an A. Taking note of this, I decided to half-ass the final paper, thinking it would get me an A. I'm still waiting for the results.
The only good thing about doing less than my best on that paper(assuming I'll actually get a D), was that I had more time to polish the project for my marketing class and my paper for Marriage 101, both of which I feel are A material.
So I was looking through my own past xanga entries, and damn, I'm hilarious.
Yesterday, my friend invited to a sorority's formal. No problem, I figure, it's a good excuse to drink and get dressed up and maybe I'll meet some cute chicks. After I agree, my friend tells me that the formal is going to be at the zoo. Now I don't know if I've vocalized this enough over the years, but I'm not too fond of zoos. There's too much monkey feces and not enough... not monkey feces.
No, the only problem I really have with zoos is the smell. And the horrible treatment of animals. And little kids screaming for oats to feed the goats. Other than that though, zoos are fine.
I actually went to a zoo over winter break when we went to my nana and papa's house in Indiana. This is where my dad grew up and was living when he was around my age. For a couple years he actually worked at a local zoo, and I guess he was feeling nostalgic that particular weekend, but he asked me if I wanted to go check out the zoo one day. Maybe it was because I felt he would be sad if he went by himself, but I said ok.
It turned out to be a pretty interesting day. My dad had a bunch of crazy animal stories from when he was there. Like the one time he and the zookeeper chased an escaped baboon into the basement of the monkey house. Now I've never seen one, but I imagine a pissed off baboon is not something you want to deal with.
But listen. The point is, zoos suck, and I don't know how I'm going to be able to deal with this formal. At least I'm done with the quarter and only have to film something tomorrow, which I'm not considering work. That's more fun.
Remind me to tell of my Lenten escapades in my next entry.
Final thought: Hahah, oats to feed the goats.