"Dustin' Off."
[Music Cyndi Thomson, "I Always Liked That Best"]
Initially, I was going to post a vile, venom-filled post about my Internship Evaluation grading. However, I decided against it and put it on a draft. I wanted to make sure I wasn't going to post something I was going to regret, I didn't want to come across as unprofessional, childish, and hypocritical as them.
I'm better than that. And they're not worth my time to dwell over.
Yesterday, Helen and I starred in "Helen and Kenneth Goes To Orange County Fair." It took forever to get there since we missed our exit to the 605 FWY; we literally were driving all the way to Fontana (Shout out to Zoraida! I was there!). So, we started at 2:30 p.m. and got there at a staggering 5:30 p.m. Oh well, we got there and we were going to have fun.
Was it EVER expensive? Okay, the tickets for rides were. They cost $20 for 34 tickets (most rides cost up to 6 tickets for one go). Jessica Simpson was also performing there but we couldn't afford her ($39.50/$49.50 a ticket) nor was she worth it. We got to hear her singing as we walked to the parking lot though. Okay, the fair has some fairly dangerous rides (well, I would feel safer at Disneyland) that had us hanging upside down and twirling 360 degrees in mid-air. JoJo's "Leave" was even blasting when we were on one of them. Rockin'.
I know greasy food doesn't settle well with me, but we had to experience Australian Battered Potatoes with ranch and cheese dips. It was good, but was it worth it? I'm not sure, I think I got food poisoned by them!
I don't blame the potatoes 100% since the Evaluation grading really got to me yesterday, even when I wanted to have fun. It was clouding over me, suffocating me. I needed to breathe and it was making me sick.
How could two-faced group members (not all, but I know which ones) stab me in the back? I have tact, I don't do that. How could those unprofessional, disorganized, group supervisors twist around the grading policy? I couldn't understand why these people were put in this position to abuse their power. I only pity those who follow into their internship next year.
They're not worth my time and they don't know me, they don't know what I accomplished. They think they can use their power and abuse it. HYPOCRITES; that's what they are. They can say I "never tried to make friends," when I was the newbie who they never approached or noticed when I did try to talk to them. They can say I did "minimal work," when they said that was what was required and didn't know I was going through hell with class, managing time, and not having a car. They can say according to "my group evaluations, I was very negative which upset them," when they didn't question the distorted people who wrote them. My twisted group (two or three of them) backstabs, gossips, and drinks and I wasn't down with that, and when I spoke up to question their actions or offer a new POV, I was shot down. So if that was "very negative," then I was "very negative" as hell. The "very" was just so unnecessary. Perhaps they were "very negative" I wasn't so appreciative to redo my papers after I turned them in and THEY lost them? They can say I never "grasped the concept of the organization," but how could they know I did or didn't? I don't believe they even know the concept themselves. What bothers me the most was they said as long as we completed what was required, that was the full grade. Then the coordinators went behind our backs and did their own "personal evaluation" on what they thought of us on a different grading scale. How could they evaluate us when they were barely there when we worked as a group? They can't take into account our group's evaluations of each other because those not accurate. As Stephanie McMahon once said, "What goes around, comes around!" And I believe that and I believe it's going to come back and bite off and infect their coochie. 8-) I'm stronger, stronger than them.
My professor believed me, I hope, so my paper got the full points. Thank goodness the coordinators didn't have a big say in my grade since their shady lies only paint filth and catty bitterness.
Life's too short to waste time on them. They and I didn't work as a whole. At least I gave it a try.
Everything does happen for a reason. Maybe in the future they'll come back begging to lick my ass? (Line inspired by Robyn's thumping jam "Bumpy Ride")
Wow, my post was suppose to come across as less angry... but I guess it ended the same. Perhaps I did come across as childish, hypocritical, and unprofessional, but once I wrote a little bit of their lies, I couldn't contain my truth. It just came pouring out in sentences and paragraphs. I had to vent out this frustration or I wouldn't be able to get through this food poisoning bottling up inside of me, filled of hostility and bad battered potatoes.. My initial post was full of venom; at least this one sounds more... grounded.. I hope.
Well, I've dusted them off. Now they're not worth my time.
[Music Cyndi Thomson, "I Always Liked That Best"]
Initially, I was going to post a vile, venom-filled post about my Internship Evaluation grading. However, I decided against it and put it on a draft. I wanted to make sure I wasn't going to post something I was going to regret, I didn't want to come across as unprofessional, childish, and hypocritical as them.
I'm better than that. And they're not worth my time to dwell over.
Yesterday, Helen and I starred in "Helen and Kenneth Goes To Orange County Fair." It took forever to get there since we missed our exit to the 605 FWY; we literally were driving all the way to Fontana (Shout out to Zoraida! I was there!). So, we started at 2:30 p.m. and got there at a staggering 5:30 p.m. Oh well, we got there and we were going to have fun.
Was it EVER expensive? Okay, the tickets for rides were. They cost $20 for 34 tickets (most rides cost up to 6 tickets for one go). Jessica Simpson was also performing there but we couldn't afford her ($39.50/$49.50 a ticket) nor was she worth it. We got to hear her singing as we walked to the parking lot though. Okay, the fair has some fairly dangerous rides (well, I would feel safer at Disneyland) that had us hanging upside down and twirling 360 degrees in mid-air. JoJo's "Leave" was even blasting when we were on one of them. Rockin'.
I know greasy food doesn't settle well with me, but we had to experience Australian Battered Potatoes with ranch and cheese dips. It was good, but was it worth it? I'm not sure, I think I got food poisoned by them!
I don't blame the potatoes 100% since the Evaluation grading really got to me yesterday, even when I wanted to have fun. It was clouding over me, suffocating me. I needed to breathe and it was making me sick.
How could two-faced group members (not all, but I know which ones) stab me in the back? I have tact, I don't do that. How could those unprofessional, disorganized, group supervisors twist around the grading policy? I couldn't understand why these people were put in this position to abuse their power. I only pity those who follow into their internship next year.
They're not worth my time and they don't know me, they don't know what I accomplished. They think they can use their power and abuse it. HYPOCRITES; that's what they are. They can say I "never tried to make friends," when I was the newbie who they never approached or noticed when I did try to talk to them. They can say I did "minimal work," when they said that was what was required and didn't know I was going through hell with class, managing time, and not having a car. They can say according to "my group evaluations, I was very negative which upset them," when they didn't question the distorted people who wrote them. My twisted group (two or three of them) backstabs, gossips, and drinks and I wasn't down with that, and when I spoke up to question their actions or offer a new POV, I was shot down. So if that was "very negative," then I was "very negative" as hell. The "very" was just so unnecessary. Perhaps they were "very negative" I wasn't so appreciative to redo my papers after I turned them in and THEY lost them? They can say I never "grasped the concept of the organization," but how could they know I did or didn't? I don't believe they even know the concept themselves. What bothers me the most was they said as long as we completed what was required, that was the full grade. Then the coordinators went behind our backs and did their own "personal evaluation" on what they thought of us on a different grading scale. How could they evaluate us when they were barely there when we worked as a group? They can't take into account our group's evaluations of each other because those not accurate. As Stephanie McMahon once said, "What goes around, comes around!" And I believe that and I believe it's going to come back and bite off and infect their coochie. 8-) I'm stronger, stronger than them.
My professor believed me, I hope, so my paper got the full points. Thank goodness the coordinators didn't have a big say in my grade since their shady lies only paint filth and catty bitterness.
Life's too short to waste time on them. They and I didn't work as a whole. At least I gave it a try.
Everything does happen for a reason. Maybe in the future they'll come back begging to lick my ass? (Line inspired by Robyn's thumping jam "Bumpy Ride")
Wow, my post was suppose to come across as less angry... but I guess it ended the same. Perhaps I did come across as childish, hypocritical, and unprofessional, but once I wrote a little bit of their lies, I couldn't contain my truth. It just came pouring out in sentences and paragraphs. I had to vent out this frustration or I wouldn't be able to get through this food poisoning bottling up inside of me, filled of hostility and bad battered potatoes.. My initial post was full of venom; at least this one sounds more... grounded.. I hope.
Well, I've dusted them off. Now they're not worth my time.
