My Name Is Jonas

My name is Jonas, pretty much owns my ipod right now. But thats not that important, the important thing is that we establish the issue at hand. The issue is why exams suck and why I should be downstairs playing guitar hero or some other game which I haven't beaten yet. Be it zelda, which i got when i bought my wii a year and a half ago, or metroid, which i got 6 months ago. Can we say nerd? But really, lets discuss exams for a few minutes. This semester I have 2 exams, studies in literature and Western European History. Now, off the top of your heads, which do you think is gonna be harder? If you said that history one, then you obviously have more intellegience than me, because if I knew of the pain and suffering brought on by this course, I never would have taken it. The course is just one migrain after another. Let's backtrack a bit though, so I can give some insight to those of you who aren't in my class, as the only ones will really care about this are me and Kristina.

The course started with a really cool teacher name mr.difederico. He actually made this stuff fun to learn about, and I actually understood it. Then, not even a month into the first semester, he rips his achiles heel, and tells us he won't be back until semester 2. At first I was a little disappointed, mainly because I liked the guy and was hoping to actually pass a course with something over 71%. For around 3 weeks we had a supply, who knew absolutely nothing about history, no matter how much she claimed she did. This was ok for me, since i'm a laid back type of person and all that mattered was getting a good grade. Boy did that come back to bite me in the ass. One glorious monday morning I walked in and noticed our supply and another women. We were told that she would be our new teacher for the rest of the semester. Well this lady turned out to be the teacher from hell. I literally mean that this women has no sense of decency or compassion for other living beings.

So first day in, i'll assume the class was expecting a decent teacher that would just get us through the semester with no problems. Well, karma being the bitch that it is, decided to pay us back for all the slacking we did with the supply. This lady was off her rocker. We began having a discussion about the renaissance and whenever we tried to counter something she said with something that proved her wrong, we got yelled at.

One guy, by accident, thought that she had acknowledged him and began saying that she had gotten something wrong. Well didn't she turn around yell at him, then pull him out of the class and have a nice 10 minutes discussion with him about how he was rude and disrespectful, for a common mistake. This has happend all semester. Kristina actually feels sick when she goes into that classroom. I fall asleep most classes, but I smart enough to wake up everytime I hear her move to close to my desk, although last week she caught me snoozing, which I had to hear about for 2 days straight. She even told other teachers!

If I never see her face or hear her voice again it'll be too soon.


J-moose