Well, this -- http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1935635 -- is apparently what our generation has to look forward to. The next round of Britney Spearses and Paris Hiltons are among us and in full form at what? Age 8? Maybe 9 or 10? Good God. I'm not saying these little girls aren't talented. How many of us can bend and stretch like that and keep in rhythm? I sure as hell can't. But couldn't these children put their talent to a more productive, less provocative use? Try getting in to Juliard. Or put on a U-12 production of Swan Lake. With moves like that, these kids could surely manage a simple ballet or classical masterpiece. Or something fun, something Fame-esque. It's too bad the cat calls and applauding for which their mothers have undoubtedly taught them to yearn won't come from anything but this kind of performance to which they've probably already grown accustomed. It's sad. Really sad. Mothers, can we grow up and quit living vicariously through our pre-adolescent daughters? Or maybe that is the goal. To breed tiny sluts.
First female president? Doctor? Lawyer? Forget it. We've got a new batch of Mileys coming right up.
Monday, May 24, 2010
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Sweet Summertime
Well, post #1 won't be such an upper. I'm only starting this blog business, but it seems like as good a place as any for a violent rant, so here goes. I finished my finals this morning, the second of two total. But before I go to the end, I'll start with the academic beginnings of this school year. At the beginning of the school year, I was a biology/pre-med major, working for a French minor. Had the whole doctor thing on lock, or so I thought. Not so much any more, though. Now I'm an English major with a concentration in writing, biology minor and the once-upon-a-time French minor may become a second major...not the most lucrative career plan, but I'm actually really excited about my English courses. When I switched my major, around spring break, I also dropped organic chemistry since I was already pulling a C. Not so good for the GPA.
This Monday, I had my genetics final, a class I still need for my minor. In order to pull off a B for the semester, I could only afford to miss fourteen out of a hundred and twenty-five points, or six out of seventy questions. Needless to say, that didn't happen, despite the all-nighter I pulled on Sunday so I could study more. Final grade for genetics: C.
This morning, I took my statistics final. If I scored 100% and some of the extra credit, I could have pulled off an A, but let's face it, that didn't happen either. Instead, I barely scraped by with a B.
On top of that, the research professor I'm working with for class credit sent an e-mail out. Guess what it said? If we haven't been in the lab (which I haven't) doing the amount of hours we committed to (which I didn't), we won't be getting an A (which I was depending on). I really shot myself in the foot with that one. Lucky for me, he's given us the option of taking an incomplete and making up the work from the semester over the summer (which I'll most definitely be doing).
Sadly, with this hell hole of a mess I've created for myself, I now need to land A's in the two summer classes I signed up for, make up for my semester research, and now I'm debating picking up a third summer class in order to ensure that I can pull up my GPA enough to maintain my scholarship. Did I mention that my scholarship is now in danger? Yeah, that'd be the worst part. To sum it up...goodbye and good riddance spring semester 2010, hello summer, and, quite potentially but hopefully not, hello impending debt and plummeting GPA.
This Monday, I had my genetics final, a class I still need for my minor. In order to pull off a B for the semester, I could only afford to miss fourteen out of a hundred and twenty-five points, or six out of seventy questions. Needless to say, that didn't happen, despite the all-nighter I pulled on Sunday so I could study more. Final grade for genetics: C.
This morning, I took my statistics final. If I scored 100% and some of the extra credit, I could have pulled off an A, but let's face it, that didn't happen either. Instead, I barely scraped by with a B.
On top of that, the research professor I'm working with for class credit sent an e-mail out. Guess what it said? If we haven't been in the lab (which I haven't) doing the amount of hours we committed to (which I didn't), we won't be getting an A (which I was depending on). I really shot myself in the foot with that one. Lucky for me, he's given us the option of taking an incomplete and making up the work from the semester over the summer (which I'll most definitely be doing).
Sadly, with this hell hole of a mess I've created for myself, I now need to land A's in the two summer classes I signed up for, make up for my semester research, and now I'm debating picking up a third summer class in order to ensure that I can pull up my GPA enough to maintain my scholarship. Did I mention that my scholarship is now in danger? Yeah, that'd be the worst part. To sum it up...goodbye and good riddance spring semester 2010, hello summer, and, quite potentially but hopefully not, hello impending debt and plummeting GPA.
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