Let's revisit Crap Week, shall we?
Crap Week - part one
Apparently my professor feels that I'm doing well in her class and that I shouldn't worry. When I pointed out that she gave me an "F", so how could she feel that I was doing well, I got a long drawn out speech which, I believe, boils down to this:
My grade is subjective and so long as I kick ass on this last project I may come out of this just fine.
No pressure though.
Psh.
Crap Week - part two
Apparently my professor feels that I'm doing well in her class and that I shouldn't worry. When I pointed out that she gave me an "F", so how could she feel that I was doing well, I got a long drawn out speech which, I believe, boils down to this:
My grade is subjective and so long as I kick ass on this last project I may come out of this just fine.
No pressure though.
Psh.
Crap Week - part two
Copper futures are trading at $2.95 a pound.
I'll sell my copper pipes to the junk man in town. I'm pretty sure anyone in the junk gathering business follows the market carefully.
Right?
Problem solved.
Crap Week - part three
I'll sell my copper pipes to the junk man in town. I'm pretty sure anyone in the junk gathering business follows the market carefully.
Right?
Problem solved.
Crap Week - part three
Yeah, there's not much I can do about this one until they're in their twenties, at which point they will be in therapy (because of their crazy mother) and sending me the bills.
That's a problem for another time.
HAPPY FRIDAY!!!
That's a problem for another time.
HAPPY FRIDAY!!!
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