Girl - *Out* girl
Guy - her dad
Me: me! :-)
Girl: Why the hell does one of them have two straws?
Me: That's so I know which one is Pepsi
Guy: "Hmph - guess she's not as stupid as she looks" (talking about me)
Me: "*She* doesn't think she looks stupid to begin with."
Guy: " Well maybe I meant you looked really smart, so you would be extremely smart"
I was so mad I was shaking. Who the hell are you to call me stupid? It's one thing for me to say "I'm not as dumb as I look", but for a guy to say that to me? And it wasn't some teen - he was like 50.
One more week of this and I'll be in Europe for a month! :D
And I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to be writing about on here. I guess it's like a blog/diary right? And I guess I'm asking nobody cause I don't have any friends on here yet.
For the last couple weeks my world has revolved around exams. It's such a variance from teacher to teacher with regards to the review and the exam.
For example, my math teacher gave us a two page review and a sheet that supposedly had two questions from the exam on it. She always put the answers to the review in the library and scheduled times that you could go to her for help.
However.....only 3 subjects from the review were on the damn exam. Everything else was pulled from the air. Luckily I pulled her old exams from the library and studied those cause they were almost identical.
Then, my french stylistics teacher told us our review.... "Study every test (6 of them) and every exercise (a book with 300+ pgs) that we've done since September." That was our review. Study an entire year's worth of information. The hard part is a lot of it was translations that could only be done her way! It was so frustrating!
I understand the need to test and quiz students, but I really don't think exams should be worth as much as they are. The majority of the students are just cramming information into their heads for one day, then forgetting it.
One teacher was amazing. It was my Urban Aboriginal class and our final exam was groups of 8 (he picked) and we had to pick an essay topic, discuss it and write about it. And he was going from room to room listening to our discussions because he wanted to hear what we've gotten out of the class, not just what dates and stats we could regurgitate back to him.
Well, it's time for me to hit the books again and get ready for my French Canadian Lit exam.
BTW if anyone happens to stumble upon this and would like to speak French, I'd love the practice!
- Mood:
stressed