It grinds my gears when lecturers turn into smartasses because they know more about the subject than you. Obviously, I'm there to learn, stop making shitty jokes at every opportunity to prove your superiority in the field.
Priorities.Usually I wouldn't give a fuck, but now I'll have to go smooth things over and pretend I did something wrong (which I didn't) because if I don't, there's a high chance I won't get the tickets for the Scorpions show from my mom/him, because they like blackmailing me _ (They got the tickets as present but hate metal/rock)
How well are you doing? This sounds like the kind of thing that would be easy to pass.You're fine. A professor of mine keeps us hostage for 3 hours straight and talks about her family, the dance classes she attends and how we don't have "any interest in anything" for most of that time. The actual lecture takes about half an hour.
How well are you doing? This sounds like the kind of thing that would be easy to pass.
Update: when they got the tickets they told me I'd get them for free (2 tickets, for me and a friend) and that we don't need to buy them. Yesterday, she tells me we need to pay for the tickets otherwise they'll sell them to someone else. I was debating all day whether to buy all new tickets even if I don't have money just to fuck them over for trying to fuck me over, but the show got postponed and they can get their money back instead, I'm not in debt to them and all is well. I'll just buy my own tickets for the new date.Mom's manfriend has way too much free time so he used to e-mail stupid innapropriate shit to everyone for years. But with the rise of smartphones he moved to his phone instead and now does it via Viber/Whatsapp/Facebook. So I get to the library yesterday, turn on the laptop and when it booted up I get a Viber message. I open it and ofc, he sent me porn. I managed to close it before anyone saw, and text him "Man stop sending me that stuff on Viber, I'm in the library", which IMO is more than reasonable for me. He's like "I'll never send you stuff again" Then I see both of them in the mall by accident and he's like "WTF so rude" etc etc.
Usually I wouldn't give a fuck, but now I'll have to go smooth things over and pretend I did something wrong (which I didn't) because if I don't, there's a high chance I won't get the tickets for the Scorpions show from my mom/him, because they like blackmailing me (They got the tickets as present but hate metal/rock)
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