Wednesday, February 22, 2006

I'm sick

I feel like crap today. I caught whatever Ava had and it is miserable. Anyway I am handing in my exam for the pervert professor today. We'll have to see what grade I get. I also have to do a presentation which I am not to excited about. My throat is killing me.

In other news, I have that lonely feeling again. I miss having friends and would really like to have a friend with a kid living close by. However, with this wacky schedule I could not imagine having much time for them anyway.

Can't wait for summer and the pool.

Sunday, February 19, 2006

Currently...

I am working on a take home exam for my human behavior and social environment class. It sucks. He grades based on the exams from the rest of the students. So really I should get an A but there are two students who are such freaking over achievers that we all have to work harder. I mean I have answered the questions sufficiently, some of them even more than sufficient. But thanks to the two adult learner freaks, I must now research to find outside sources to site just to have them on there. I don't even know why I care.

Not to mention this prof is a freak. He is vulgar and always talks about sex. Mind you this is social work 95% of the class is women. Last week he taught for 15 minutes and decided to cancel class because he couldn't concentrate. Most of the class goes to a local bar with cheap food for lunch and who is there drinking? Yes, Mr. Pervert. He has to try and hang out with us and buy us drinks. Let me just point out that he had his tenure blocked because he was inapprpriately drinking at bars with students.

So this past week we had class in which he does a class exercise. He asked us to draw our last sexual position. Which of course no one did. He did it to remind us that we can't ask clients to do things we wouldn't do ourselves. I think he probably could have come up with another way. Anyway he lets us out early again and we go for dinner at the same bar. Again he is already there drinking. Alcoholic maybe? He decides to hang out with us again. Tells me how nice my hair looks (I straightened it) and proceeds to tell me he thought his wife was sexy as shit when she got a haircut like mine. He said it was like putting a bag over her head, like he was having sex with someone else. And then proceeded to rub my friend's arm just a little too long.

Now you may ask why I won't report him. Maybe because I go to a school that lies about the # of rapes there are on campus. Maybe because a reprot was made last year and he made the girl's life hell. I am 28, I thought I was past this type of bullshit.