The Things That Eat Away At Your Soul 3


I know I haven’t written in a while.  I’m still trying to get everything back up and running.  I finally got The Taboolistings up and running.  I guess it was down long enough that people don’t know that they can go back to applying and such.  I should probably promote it, shouldn’t I?  The only major place I can think of to plug it at is TFL and I’m not really supposed to plug it there.

Nothing much has been happening in my life.  Something major did happen yesterday, though.  We were working in groups in Methods and Ziffany was in my group.  Well, she and I were in Art of Interviewing with each other last semester.  She told me that she got a B, which kind of pissed me off.  We had made pretty much the same score on tests and assignments and she got a B, while I got an F.  How the Hell does that happen?  Either she got the wrong grade, or I did.  She said she’d check and, if the score is still the same, I’m going to my advisor and have a little talk.  I’ll also write that letter that I was supposed to write over winter break.  I’ll send it to my advisor, the head of the department, the Dean of Arts and Science, and the President of the School.  Nothing will probably happen, but at least there will be something that shows what a horrible teacher that woman was.  The more I think of that class, the more I think that that teacher is a racist.  She gave faliing grades (at the end of the semester) to Jenny and me.  She treated us differently in class, like we weren’t good enough or smart enough.  I’m sorry, but when you have a person coming into a class with a 3.9 GPA, then you can pretty much figure out that that person isn’t stupid.

I do know about the themes error.  I think I did something to make it do that.  I wanted to stop the popups and that seems to be the only way to do it.  I think someone screwed around with the code, when my site was being hacked and stuff.

I had to write a paper last week about what writing experience I had.  I only had 2 errors on the whole paper.  They were from my use of slang to describe things, i.e. saying I screwed things up.  Other than that, the teacher said that I had excellent experiences.  I also had one of the longest papers than anyone else in the class.  I had 3 typed pages, while some people had 1 or 2 paragraphs typed or handwritten.  It made me feel like either I was overdoing it, or they were underdoing it.  It kind of sucks that the paper didn’t get a grade.  I think I would have gotten an A on it.  I need to get a good grade in that class.  I need to get good grades in all my classes, or I definitely will lose my scholarship.

As for my scholarship, I said earlier that I get to go to school for free because I’m white.  That’s the simple way of saying that I have a diversity scholarship because I’m in the minority at a black university.  They have to try to diversify the student population, so they reward white students (with good grades) with a diversity scholarship.  Some people get a small scholarship.  I got a free ride scholarship.  That’s why I have to work really hard to keep my grades up.  Otherwise, I can’t go to college.  If I can’t go to college, I can’t become a therapist.  Of course, I still want to be an actress more than I want to be a social worker or a therapist.  I guess I’ll have to figure out a way to work that little kink out.

I’m going to try to write more often this semester, even if it means getting on early in the morning on Tuesdays and Thursdays to write posts.  I always want to write something, but I’m either too busy or away from the computer.  If I feel like writing while I’m at the dorm, I’ll try to write down my thoughts and post them when I get on the computer again.

I guess I better get back to doing the troubles check on Taboo, since there are so many listings that are either dead links or aren’t following the rules.  Blah.


About Janet Morris

I'm from Huntsville, Alabama. I've got as many college credits as a doctorate candidate, and the GPA of some of them, too. I have a boss by the name of Amy Pond. She's a dachshund. My parents both grew up in Alabama.