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Just when I thought the ass of humanity couldn't get any more grotesque, I meet Sra. Carr (my spanish teacher), and I get paired with a fucking douche for a lab partner. I mean, after meeting them, the hairy ass of humanity was washed with gooey shit which seeped into its pimples thus enlarging and coloring them a dark brown as they periodically pop, oozing shit and grease.

I mean, holy fucking hell, this teacher has the fucking nerve to rag on me because I give a damn about what she teaches. (I ask questions about spelling, grammar, and I double check every-so-often on what the homework is because it isn't posted in any way shape or form.) On top of that, during a peer correction where everybody swaps projects and checks them for mistakes, I put the CB_______ (
 
Wow. You just get bad luck everywhere you go.

You were sick. She was frustrated. It's nobody's fault. Remind her nicely that you were sick and that you are sorry she had to do so much work on her own but you just didnt' want to get her or anyone else sick. Not to mention you couldn't keep your lunch down and knew you had to go home. Tell her when she's not in a bad mood though. SHe might have either thought you ditched her on purpose or is just frustrated with the work she ended up with and is taking it out on you. It wasn't right for her to leave you hanging like that when you did the right thing by leaving.

It seems everywhere you go, the people you meet have no compassion what-so-ever. Do you have some sort of reject sign on your forehead? Sometimes I felt like that too, but the good days do come around eventually. It's life's balance. Shit on the little person for a bit, then the good luck and good days come pouring in. It's a big, endless loops of ups and downs. Hope your good days come around soon.
 
Hope you are feeling better. Nice to know that some herbal remedies are working.

How do you submit your homework? Assuming it's in hard copy form, and not e-mailed, be sure to date each page, even if it's in a footnote. It's frustrating to have it counted late, when chances are you submitted it early. Is there a time stamp anyplace close by the teacher's desk?
 
There was most likely just some kind of miscommunication when you two agreed to meet in the lunch room. I highly doubt she would say something like that to you, unless she thought you two were supposed to meet another time/place, and thought you didn't show up.

Somewhere on another site, perhaps ftw.com, (not a real site, it's a joke people) she is writing how her lab partner ditched her in the Library when she was supposed to be working on her lab with you. My friends and I used to do that all the time, and got pissed at eachother, it's nothing to stress out over, just communicate. And when you eventually "communicate" be sure to control your voice tension and level, because that'll make all the difference, trust me. :happysad:
 
Thanks, I'll chat with her (probably when she stops bitching at me whenever I meet her) about why I went home. But that spanish teacher... UGH! Today when she asked everybody to turn in the homework, I stopped to write down my name, period number, etc... and when I turned it in she fucking counted it late! WTF!? Anyway, the counselor has agreed to move me to another class HOORAY! just to see how I do. :)

EDIT: Bitch, you always have something good to say. :happysad: :cookie: It's the least I could do.
 
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