You know, there are very few things in life that really upset me. I'm not the type of person who actually holds grudges, as long as you don't mess with my family, and I don't become irrational with anger and subject others to serious amounts of pain…I would rather it tear me apart inside than have it negatively affect someone around me. Some may call me a sick masochist because I do this, and am always around those that I don't like very much, and others have been known to subject me to discrimination based on differences in personality.
I know I'm not the most 'normal' person out there but at least I'm not the one making a fool out of myself over a complete misunderstanding. Don't get me wrong, I know when to act a fool, but I also know that it takes more strength to walk away than to fight.
Well one thing that really irks me more than anything it's having to fix the mistakes of others, very older others, older others who have a freaking doctorate in the field! I'm sorry, I'm just a freshman in college, I shouldn't have to fix your mistakes, and inform you about them, when I'm supposed to be the one learning! I'm not the teacher, and I'm not the expert, so fix it your damn self! Make sure that it's correct instead of relying on me to tell you that you are wrong!
See my Earth Science professor, Dr. Steer, is always prone to making tons of mistakes. I can understand one, maybe two, but with a doctorate you shouldn't have any! No one's perfect, but seriously you're supposed to be the expert. What makes it worse is that all of them have been on exams that we've taken, so basically we're all being screwed out of the correct grades because he can't take two seconds and re-look at what he typed and clicked on the right answer. This just makes me sick, especially when they won't admit fault or change everyone's grades in recognition of their misdeeds…
Another thing that really gets me riled up is when you write this amazing essay that you thing will blow the world away with its awesomeness, only to have you teacher grade it like it's crap. I know I'm a great writer in essays, wonder how I'm doing here?, I know I write phenomenal papers, why not give me my due credit? It frustrates me to know that all of my professors tell me I'm fantastic and everything I write is just so amazing, but they gave me some crap grade like a C. WTF?! Don't praise me now when you just shot down my entire paper! I have a Sex Education paper that's due tomorrow for my English class, now everyone says it's amazing, the professor admits to it too. It's worth twice as many points as any other paper so I'm on the fence about what I will receive. I swear I will scream if I don't get the A I know I deserve. I worked my butt off on this paper and it's spectacular! It's not only getting the grade that matters, it's when I get a lower grade than someone else who's paper literally stinks with putrid writing. I can't help it if I can write a damn good essay, don't penalize me for that while you encourage those idiots to keep up with their filthy work! Don't let them off easy because they at least tried; grade them on the quality and effectiveness of their paper! Give me the slack, I'm always working on these papers and don't complain to you about this unfair treatment! I know there are plenty of people out here that whole-heartedly agree with me…
What's the point of trying your hardest if you never receive the credit you are due? Why try when you're just going to get the same grade over and over despite the fact that, if it were any other person turning in your work, it would garner a better grade? There are so many unjust happenings in the world of education, which makes me ponder at my choice to eventually join in this group of unholy chastisers. I wonder if I'll see these things in a different light when I'm on the other side of the spectrum…
My roommate Jaylee and I just came up with something that also gets under my skin, when people ask you how it feels to be 13 as a teenager, 16, 18, 20, 21, etc. How do you answer that? I'm 18 and my roommate is 21 minus a day at this moment. All I want to say when people ask that is, how the fuck else am I supposed to feel? In reality you aren't just 12 or 19, you are one and two and three and four, etc. You're every age that came previously, therefore there isn't a difference. You can still act like you're two or ten. You know it still feels the same as yesterday despite the fact that you're 24 hours older. Stop asking me that stupid question!
I'm sure in time I will find other triggers of anger in my life, but for now I'm content with the few I have. Repercussions of my anger are always great, ask my exes they'll have plenty of stories for you about my agitations. I'm off for now, great readings to you all!
!Buena suerte en tu vida!