I finally got fed up of having to think of bloody titles for my bloody posts everytime I blog. I have to sit there for at least a good 30 seconds to think of something so ridiculous and probably insignificant as well. Well that's unless my brain automatically thinks of the title as soon as the 'create post' window loads.
Econs is officially killing me. I spent an hour and a half on one chapter of Econs and I felt as if my brains were going to explode on me. I got certain terms mixed up, certain combinations confused and I had to keep going back to see what the hell was a particular property. And I'm tempted to go look back at my notes again now. Arggh.
And it's just one,single,solitary,only,orphaned,whatever, chapter!
MR, AC, MC, AP, MP, relationship between them, differences between them, definitions of them. Who cares??? Oh wait, Econs does and because it does, I have to care too, cause it involves my bloody grades. Wonderful. Simply wonderful.
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This is what happens when you have a chicken farmer for a teacher. And a mumbler!!!!!!! too.
Yes, I will never get tired of blaming the cockman (geddit, geddit?!?) for my grades. But you know who I hate more?
Yes, the OTHER teacher.
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