Enough already . . .

I went to ask Dr. G. a question about an assignment today, and he had this annoying look on his face the entire time I was talking to him, as if he was thinking "You're so adorable to think you're going to pass this class . . . You're way too cute to be smart enough to write a good paper . . . " I wanted to kick him. Loser boy . . . I know I don't look like a biology chick, and I'm NOT a biology chick, but that doesn't mean I can't write papers. The lowest grade I've ever gotten on a paper was a B- so one would HOPE I could at least get a passing grade on one for his class. Although it wouldn't surprise me if he gave me an F on it just for the fun of it.

Yet another person to add to my list of things/people to kick when my foot is better. This broken third proximal philange business is no fun . . . .
~MK