The Bitching.

I'm not even sure what I would have to say about this now, and everything that I initially thought I wanted to say, on hindsight, just makes me seem like I'm being defensive. I am probably only going to highlight the couple of things that led to this problem, or rather, this resolution and let the rest remain the way it is. No need to dig up dirty laundry that doesn't need to be aired, right?

1. I was trying to be nice. He talked to me first and offered to do me a favour with which I really needed help. So I thought I'd be nice back and invite him to hang out in a group. Can't see where I'm wrong here.

2. You were spending all your time pretending to be happy as a single person dating rich hot guys with lots of money. If I was really your friend, which I've always been, why was it so hard to tell me the truth? One honest line from you and I would probably not even have talked to him if you wanted me to. But it is what it is.

3. High school much?

UBC Fail

I am so tired of sub-standard teaching assistants. I am also very very tired of UBC Professors not reciprocating the effort that students put into their homework. It is unfair for me to spend >10 hours per assignment to have you spend 1 minute telling me that because my FINAL answer of my FINAL question is wrong, I only deserve 50% on the assignment. What the fuck is this shit?! When you have this kind of a marking scheme, don't try to give me that bullshit about TA's hours being distributed evenly. WHY the FUCK would it take them 2 hours to mark the assignments of 80 students when all they're doing is putting a tick next to the final NUMERICAL answer? Why should I bother writing a 150 word summary of my methodology if you're not even going to look at it? Isn't the point of the methodology so that you don't have to look at my code? Isn't that already enough as far as a simplification of the marking process?! You bloody lazy fuckers!

And YOU, PROFESSOR. I come to you with my dilemma. Every student in 2nd year that gets a copy of the one student's homework, the one student who finished the only problem you're going to mark, they all get 100%. Don't fucking give me the excuse that you can't curb cheating. You know what you CAN do? MARK FAIRLY. Seriously, why are your TAs putting such shit effort in, and wtf are you doing in the meantime? Also, if I come to you about this, I EXPECT YOU TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT. Don't tell me that you can't curb cheating and there's nothing you can do about my grade. FIX THE PROBLEM, DAMN YOU! Every other prof would, what's wrong with you?!

I've never been in a class where I pump 10+ hours into the assignment and get a 50%. This is probably the SHITTIEST and laziest marking scheme I have ever come across in my whole academic career. And the fact that you arbitrarily take 50% off my final grade for the assignment because you were too lazy to read through my answer really pisses me off.

Piece of shit. Don't make me argue with you over my grade again. Next time, I'll go for the beard and pull it right off your smug little face. You don't deserve to be a TA if you can't be bothered to work.

I don't believe in your world.

Here's the reason why I'm starting this blog. I'm tired of reading blogs where a person photospazzes and all it's really about is their lust, love, admiration, lore of things. Just photos and photos of their latest acquisitions, things they would like to acquire, and past things that can now be discarded, having outlived their usefulness. It's.. boring. Where's your personality? Your passion? Are you really that boring? Here, it's not that I don't occasionally love to take photographs of the things I own, but I'm not obsessed with them! Neither do I think my life revolves around the stuff I have and what I've done whether to get them, or along the way to getting them. But well, we shall see just how true I am to my scorn of others. Maybe I'll end up being a photospaz too.

Also, I kind of miss writing. I think having a blog really encouraged a lot of self discovery. So, let's see how I do now that I have an identity and a mind I really understand.