Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Rocket phlegm

My dog got adopted. I don't think anyone I know went ahead and took him home, although I urged everyone I knew to go and get him. Now I am sad.

In other news, because of my intense illness last week, I missed a piddley 5% quiz in accounting. Without waddling off to the doctor for a doctor's note, I was unable to write this quiz. I don't know about you, dear reader, but I don't run off to the doctor every time I'm sick, unless I am sick with a sickness I can't identify, and I certainly don't pay $15 for someone else to confirm that I am sick. In conclusion, because I was not the only one who missed the quiz, and because Diane is clearly proving a point, the best I can hope for without a note is to answer a few bonus questions on the final exam. Diane was also quick to point out that answering all the questions correctly will only potentially earn you 55% on that quiz worth 5%. As her best student, I am taking a stand and NOT getting a doctor's note. I will easily finish that course with a fine mark, and the quiz she decided to play teacher's politics with won't matter. In your face Diane, no one likes you.

Earth day is next week. Bring your personal mug to Starbucks on April 22 and get a "free" tall pike place roast. Nothing is really free, you'll pay for it later I'm sure.

Have a happy Tuesday my loves. Today is the last time I have to serve or cook in that awful dining room. And if Jean Paul thinks we will sit through another one of his 20 minute rehash-the-night "meetings" he is mistaken.



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