1 down (almost), 3 to go…
Dec 2nd, 2007 by Tony
Five days in a typical workweek. Last week, each of those work days was home to its very own final exam. On one hand, it was nice to be able to focus on one exam a day. On the other, it would have been nicer to sleep one night.
There was no sweet relief when the last exam was over however, because there is a massive project that is going to consume my next 6 consecutive days like no other project I can remember. Hence the “almost” in this first semester being over, with 3 to go. But I’m not here to rant about that, I want to rant about the Friday final.
For starters, the class was my least favorite of the semester. I am convinced that we spent half a semester beating a topic to death that could have been handled in an 8 hour seminar. But that is besides the point at this… um, point.
(By the way, I better get waffles for breakfast in the morning because I’m typing this as my beloved Sooners are battling their way to a Big XII Championship. I never get to do what I want to do.)
Our final was scheduled from 11am-2pm (apparently the schedule makers agree with Gordon Gekko that lunch is for wimps). Our professor thus lovingly volunteered to bring pizzas to class for us. While a lovely gesture I’m sure, who thinks this is going to turn out well?
45 minutes into our final, the Domino’s pizza driver (who could be accurately described as Horatio Sanz’ chubbier brother) barges into our final and disrupts everyone. When everything settles down, start the parade of freeloaders looking for their two slices. Whatever, I was one of them. But that doesn’t change the fact that there was undoubtedly someone just trying to take their final while everyone else murmured, mingled and munched.
By the way, did I mention that the professor told us when the exam started that we weren’t allowed to leave the classroom until we turned in our exam?
So, you told us you were bringing pizza, that we should bring something to drink, but we have to sit for 3 hours with no bathroom breaks? Cool.
(Update: Game’s over - Sooner domination.)
I know this isn’t the worst thing in the world. I don’t even know where I wanted to go with this rant. I just find it mind boggling that a PH.D. can lack that much common sense. I guess I’ll have a lot more to rant about if I’m not happy with my grade… stay tuned.
That is a crazy story. He definately wasn’t thinking!! (Hopefully he doesn’t read your blog
) What are you going to school for? Are you getting your masters? I am sure you have said previously but I don’t remember. I am a teacher and would like to get my masters but I just haven’t made that commitment to do so.
Well, have a great week. Good luck with your big project.
Oh, and I totally remember the “noid” and no one else ever does. That made me laugh.
Boomer Sooners R-U-L-E!!! YES!
hola! i guess i am just amazed he let you get up and talk at all! wouldn’t that be the opportune time to “share answers”? so then what was the point about not leaving the room? not like you can go to your locker and get a cheat sheet like in high school! and hey–i’m all about avoiding the noid…never did like domino’s. papa john’s rules!
Ha…love the Gordon Gekko and noid reference! Ah yes, the late 80s, good times!
Wow talk about no common sense! I guess that must be something all PH.D holders have in common. My FIL is a Dr. and although he knows how to cut you open he doesn’t know how to work a remote control for the life of him. That’s just plain weird if you ask me.
Avoid the noid!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qJ7RnXakSXU
Boomer. Sooner. ’nuff said about that…
And as a former academician, I can tell you with great authority that PhDs and common sense are mutually exclusive. Seriously. I’m a JD (which in academics is the equivalent of being a chiropractor among MDs), so the previous statement doesn’t apply to me. I don’t doubt that the majority of my colleagues were book smart, but in matters of social and/or practical value — ooftie!
do you want some cheese for your whine……..hehe!! luv ya bro but wow!! thats some ranting for ya! i thought i was the one who bitched all the time! keep truckin’ kid! you can do it!