Posts tagged Things that make me angry

Things that involve anger towards professors

Now, I love most of my classes. I really do. I’m a nerd who thinks sckool + learnding = fUn!

But.

If a professor changed a week’s reading assignment (which, btw, is outlined in a 42 page syllabus) and says that the weekly quiz for next week would be based mostly on newly assigned reading from the textbook, and less on the other 2 readings he might assign, what would you expect?

 

Would you expect for 3 out of 6 questions to be based on a reading assigned 3 weeks ago? And one on class discussion from 2 weeks ago? And only 2 on the actual reading for this class?

No?

Well, obviously you haven’t been taking Social and Behavior Sciences for International Health concentrators.

 

Lucky fucking you.

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Things about wars on mice

Alright.  This is getting ridiculous.

I have one phobia. One. It’s irrational (hence, phobia), and stupid. But very real.

Mice. Ugh. I hate them.

If there’s a mouse in my house, I have a hard time sleeping. I imagine them crawling on me, and every time the wind blows and bends a window screen or makes the house creak, I am convinced it’s mice infesting and breeding in the walls.

But I’m pretty sure the universe has decided my phobia is so neurotic, it’s going to make it a goal to mock me as much as humanly possible.

Every place I have ever lived has had mice, with the (somewhat odd) exception of my apartment senior year of college (although my roommate had cats for half that year, which could have contributed.).

When I moved into my apartment in Boston, the absolute first thing I saw in our kitchen was a dead mouse stuck in a trap.  Naturally, I freaked out, called my sister, and waited for my roommate to come and clean it up. And barely slept that first night, despite assurances from the landlord and the exterminator they were convinced that was the last one they just hadn’t been able to catch.

Fast forward 2+ months, and surprisingly, there’s actually been no additional evidence of any mice!  Until now…

As a mouse phobic, I’m highly sensitive to mouse droppings, and based on the tiny size of these droppings, we’re looking at baby mice. No.  FUCK THAT.  I’m not having fucking baby mice making my house into their breeding ground.  That’s literally my worst nightmare.  Nuh uh.

War.

Mouse war #1, earlier this year in a different city, started with peppermint, was taken care of by blocking up holes and entry points, and our feelings were mollified by D-Con tablets left out.

Fuck that. This time I’m starting with the D-Con.

Which I sort of bought without consulting all my roommates.  But I don’t really understand people who don’t want mice to get the hell out of their house by any means necessary. ‘Cuz I’m a bad person apparently.

It’s time for these fuckers to die.

God, I hate mice.

(Ironically enough, in 3 days I’m going to see a very big mouse, and I couldn’t be happier.  It might help that a) he’s not real, b) he’s in Florida.)

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Things about WTF PROFESSOR?! and other such angry outbursts

Dear Professors of the World:

Here’s a thought.  If you normally assign your class 40-100 pages of reading a week, you just miiiiiiight want to give them a heads’ up the week you decide to drop 400 pages of reading on them.

Oh, and – again, just a thought – perhaps if you explicitly tell said students NOT to read Section 10c (but read the rest of sections 3-15 (see aforenoted 400 pages)), you shouldn’t take a question on the weekly quiz WORD-FOR-WORD from the aforementioned nixed-section 10c.

Oh, and – just one more teeny tiny thing – maybe the rest of the questions from the online quizzes should be based on the actual readings, not your own Pulled-From-Your-Ass  sources.  Just since, you know, it’s nice and all when you tell us the answer to the question 85% of the class missed is on page 99, when, in reality, that page has absolutely no relevance to that topic.  (It’s cool though… not like that makes me think you completely made that question/answer up out of nowhere or anything. Really.)

But you know… don’t mistake this for passive aggressive bitching, or anything. I promise, these are all just meandering thoughts. It’s all on page 99, check it out.

Ex oh, Ex oh, Love, Me

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Things about Milton Bradley

Dear Milton Bradley:

Remember when I was at that game you threw the ball into the crowd with 2 outs? Yeah. I was mad… but I forgave you.

Remember when I was at that game where you dropped two balls in right field in one game, and struck out every time you were at the plate? Yeah. I was mad… but I forgave you.

Remember the entire month of June? And May? Oh, and April, too? Yeah. Forgiven.

With some trepidation, I rallied around you one more time when you swore you “were back 100%” in late July, and I proceeded to give you more chances, because, hell, you’re on the team I love, ergo, you are automatically a beneficiary of some of my hopeless but perpetual optimism.

Really. I’m a Cubs fan. I stick by my team through thick and thin. I suffer through pain and disappointment on a yearly basis. A lot of disappointment.  And I forgive. I don’t boo players on my team or the opponent’s, ‘cuz I think that’s asshatty.

But seriously? All that being said?

Get off my fucking team.

You are the worst parts of baseball all rolled into one.

Get off my team.

Get off my team.

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Things about gender… and my anger

There’s a recent news story regarding the South African female runner who is being questioned about her sex due to the fact that she, well… looks like a boy.  And runs fast.

No, really.

It’s like being on the playground as a having someone call a little 4 year old girl a boy because she has short hair and likes to play with trucks.

NBC sports reports (emphasis mine):

Semenya dominated her rivals to win the 800 on Wednesday despite revelations that surfaced earlier in the day that she was undergoing a gender test. Her dramatic improvement in the 800 and 1,500, muscular build and deep voice sparked speculation about her gender.

“She was always rough and played with the boys. She liked soccer and she wore pants to school. She never wore a dress. It was only in Grade 11 that I realized she’s a girl,” Eric Modiba, head of the Nthema Secondary School, told the Beeld newspaper.

No.  No, really.

Seriously?!?

I get that there are a tiny number of incidents in sports where a male will pretend to be female in order to gain advantage.  I know it has happened.  But this is fucking ridiculous.

On top of the fact that this is an allegation based completely on rumors, therein lays a larger problem with this whole mess in that  you cannot. test. for. gender.

YOU CANNOT TEST FOR GENDER.

Gender is a societal construct. Yes, I’m aware that makes me sound like a complete flaming liberal (I have no idea why), but you cannot biologically test a person for gender.  No matter how many swabs you collect or doctors you see, you cannot test for gender.

Even Miriam Webster agrees with me, as it defines gender as:
b : the behavioral, cultural, or psychological traits typically associated with one sex

You cannot test for that.  YOU CANNOT TEST FOR GENDER.

So if you’re going to be ridiculous about this and put this person through international scrutiny… at least get the fucking term right. You are not. testing. for. gender.  Have I repeated myself enough yet?!

You are testing for her biological sex.

Which leads me to the fact that the topic of intersex athletes requires a whole separate rant which I do not have the energy for.

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Things that need to happen soon

After a meeting today with out insurance agent, we discovered our company’s health care costs are about to increase… by 40%.

FORTY. PERCENT.

Hello???  HEALTH CARE REFORM, WHERE AAAARRREEE YOOOUUU??

I can say, as a representative of a small business, my company is desperate for a public option.  C’mon, Congress, you know you want to give us legislation that’s not a piece of shit. Just stop the whole ‘heads up your asses’ thing and do it.

Additionally, according to a Newsweek article online now:

In the study of 173 countries, we stood with Liberia, Swaziland, and Papua New Guinea as the only countries providing no paid maternity leave. Of the 169 countries that guarantee paid maternity leave, 98 of them provide 14 or more weeks. Among wealthy countries—except ours—parents are entitled to as much as 47 weeks of paid family leave.

Sad face emoticons don’t do my disappointment justice when I realize that one of the most advanced, powerful, and wealthy countries in the world is on par with Swaziland for anything. No disrespect meant to Swaziland, but… it’s a country with nearly 70% of it’s population below the poverty line.

Come. the. fuck. on. America.

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Things that are sad and true

Basic, run-of-the-mill taxes are easy to fill out. Not really a problem.  Sadly, because I never want to have to deal with figuring out the 18,098 subsections to hoop-jumping you have to deal with in order to properly pay taxes, I’ve decided I never want to own property.

Pathetic? Yes.

True? Yes.

See also: Filing taxes when you lived and worked in three different states in one year.

Thanks, State of Illinois. Love you. I hope that auditing someone who made less than $11,000 2 years ago just so you could get that extra $60 that I already paid to NY State was worth it.

Insert angry face here.

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