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Peter Depending on my mood I would have done three things. Tell HR, run away and do my work, or smile and say, “I like to think that if there is a job needs doing money should have nothing to do with it. So if you can contain your emotional state and go to work with that 50 times more then me attitude, I am sure people will see right through your very demeaning exterior. You don’t want to mess with me. Have a great day! Oh, and if you swear at me again and talk to me with that fine attitude of yours; I am sure HR will love to hear about it. I would so hate to fill out paper work for HR, or talk to them. Now if you will excuse me, I have work to do.” Then waltz to work somewhat upset.
REPORT ABUSEJanuary 10, 2012 at 3:59 pm in reply to: Any College 'kids' here?? Share your stories, please!! #104174I am not really in college, but I am getting my naturalist certification. If really wanted to could get a master naturalist certification through University of Illinois. Since I graduated in ’10, I don’t want to go to university anymore. It would not be a real degree anyway.
The funny thing is the credit hours. I took an 8 hour, 12 hour, and now 18 hours for one class. Okay so the 8 hour felt like 1 hour credit course, 12 hour felt like 2 or3, and 8 hour–not sure. The new class starts next week and I have no interest in plants. The course is introduction to botany. Hated botany in college and now I have to take the stupid course again. Okay it is different.
Normally, I was a half an hour to 15 minutes to classes. I got extended time on tests and quizzes, even got to leave the classroom. Talked to the professors about accommodation and that was hard, but they were really nice. Oh yeah, my last year got swine flu, which caused me to fail my ecology course. The professor felt awful because she really thought I could pass the class. I was getting an A and went down to an high range F. It was the fact that I missed labs. Those labs will kill you, so don’t miss anything.
My advise is work with professors, go to the disability center, join a few clubs (few being the key word. Not like me who had one almost every day. Not to mention the times when I left at like 8 in the morning and came back to the dorm/townhouse at 11. I am not night person.), take course you like, and there will be some you hate.
There was this one class I thought I would hate. The university required us to take a charity class. So, I talked to my adviser and ask if their was away out of it. Had to bit the bullet and take the course. My professor made us write down every committee, organization, club and what ever I forgot to mentioned. I nearly panicked when she wrote see me after class. She actually told me I have to quit some of the stuff I was doing or I would fail her class. Most of it was my sorority. She pissed me off, so I added more things just to prove to her and myself I could do it. The class was supposed to have 60 hours of charity work. I ended up with 70 hours. That and I was only taking 12 hours. In the past I took, 19, 20, 21, 18, 19, 20, and my new adviser made me take only 12. The fewer the hours the worse I did in college.
REPORT ABUSEI remember faces, but not names. Even remember where I meant the person, but no names come to me. Normally they remember me. Since, I have been gone five-years people have given me the okay to forget them. I live in the suburbs, but everyone knows you and your family. Well, almost everyone.
REPORT ABUSERight now it is my cellphone, but I found it. So I don’t know. Probably be my keys. I left them at the movie theater and was locked out of my house. I was around the age of 13 or 14. Just remember walking home from the theater and knocking on my next door neighbors door.
REPORT ABUSEDanvi Reminds me of a story I had to read back in 8th grade. The story was not about this cup, but I was so interested in knowing more about the cup. Don’t remember the title of the story just remembered the cup. In fact, the teacher got annoyed when I asked her questions about the cup. I wanted to know the color, did it have any words, the size of the cup, brand, and what type of cup it was. I could not even finish the story because of all the cups in the world. The teacher could have made up something about the cup.
REPORT ABUSEFound my phone. It was in my roller clip bag. The strangest place; at least it was not in the boot.
REPORT ABUSEI made brownies, because I lost me cellphone–day three of the missing phone. Yes, I lose something I need…I bake. So there. Since I lose a lot of things, well lets just say people think I will make a great housewife. The thought of being a housewife kills me. No, no, indoors for me. I plan on working.
REPORT ABUSENo_dopamine that happened when I got my second cellphone. Found the first one in my boot.
REPORT ABUSE@nellie it is on silent, because I would forget to turn it off, which would ring at the wrong time.
REPORT ABUSE@divinemsq normally in my purse, on my safe (in safe) in room, on the charger, or in my hands. It is not in those places. This happens when I clean and that was what I did yesterday. It should have been found by now. I hope it is not like last cellphone I lost. Only to discover six months later in my boot.
REPORT ABUSEMy room is cleaned. It was a mess for like months. I hate cleaning my room, but like cleaning the bathroom, outside cleaning is no problem, laundry, and doing the dishwasher.
REPORT ABUSEI would finish my most of my homework in resource. It was a study hall, but we had to do our homework and best thing was teachers were there to help. They expected us to have our assignment notebook, written homework down, and to do our homework. Ask for help. I recall a time when I was at school at 6:30 a.m. and left at 10.
Had a club or two, more like three everyday, and was president for most of my high school years? Heck, I had a mental break down the last day of my senor year.
That would be what…8 years ago. Wow.
REPORT ABUSEI wonder if there is any new legislation in the USA.
REPORT ABUSEMy brother friend told me that the self check out that I used has problems. I stated that I could fix the problem by disassembling the check machine. He then went on the fact it is against the law. I was joking about breaking the machine. Of course when I make a joke most people take me serially.
Also the water was on sale. Wow! The clerk next to use was whipping through the customers.
REPORT ABUSEWhen I was college student, we had a day were we got free fish. Yes, free fish, which meat one. Well, I had a fish tank with a snail and goldfish. I thought hey, goldfish wants a friend. Why not get a goldfish? So I got one goldfish. A week later, a guy friend of mine was having problems with his fishes. He had gotten 3 for volunteering. I had just put the new fish bubbles in with pebbles. They seemed to be getting along great.
One day guy friend brings his three fishes over. He takes the net with me screaming, “don’t do it”. I mean, you have to separate the fish and introduce them carefully otherwise some fishes might not make it out alive. It is fishy fight. Not to mention I was given a beta.
He looked at me. “Look, you are over reacting and besides class start in 20 minutes. It will take us 10 minutes to get there. The fishes will be friends.”
“This will end badly. You’re right about class. Oh no, where did my notebook go?”
“In your backpack.”
“Oh.”
After class he brought me dinner. Then we made our way back to my room. Our campus had townhouses. I was lucky and had my own room.
Guy friend enters my room first. He rushes out saying, “You don’t want to go in there.”
I looked up at him. “Let me guess. Three fishes are dead. The water is red.”
He nodded.
I walked into the room and took out partly eaten fish, placed them in the bag. Pebbles and Bubbles survived with minor wounds. Then filled another container with water. Oh, and the filter was clogged with residue of fish.
After cleaning the fish tank, guy friend starts and looks at me. “What are we going to do with the dead fish?”
I look at him. “Flush them down the toilette.”
His eyes widen. “What? That is cold!”
I rolled my eyes, but he didn’t see it. “Fine we bury them.”
He nodded.
Two weeks later, someone wants to mate my female beta with her male beta. I laughed and shook my head. No more, no more, fish.
Now I have two goldfishes, a frog, and a cat (cat precollege, I got all A’s once). Yes, the snail died a day after the battle of the fish. Poor snail couldn’t stand it anymore.
All because I volunteer at an aquarium, which means I know a lot about fish. That said, No One Listens to me. I have saved too many fish on free fish day. Trust me. I can only imagine what is going on to the poor fish. Guy friend even claimed that is why he gave me the fishes in the first place.
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