True Confessions

kari-shma:

I want a unicorn.

finally found the cheerio that fell down my shirt this morning at work

inothernews:

(via hono-lulu)

This wins for post of the day.  :-)

Friends are God's way of apologizing to us for our families.

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hahaha

An Open Letter to My Professor Who Gave Me a 1.0

velvetrobots:

Sir—

I understand completely that you are trying to shape my future in a positive direction and I am thankful for that. I do not want to seem ungrateful: I am, entirely and without a doubt. I do, however, have concerns that if you keep up the pace with which you give us work, I will not have a functioning mind to bring out of this educational process. My mind cannot handle so much work; nor can it handle the standards by which you grade these works.

For example, you gave me a 1.0 for a reaction paper. It was actually a 2.0, but there was a 1.0 scratched off messily beside it. First off, there is no objective way to grade these things. A reaction paper is basically my opinion, and, unless you have adopted the mentality of Soviet Russia and North Korea, you should know that opinions are neither true nor false, and, therefore, should not be graded at all, and, if ever they simply must be, should not be graded so low, as long as the format is followed, there is coherent thought, and the grammar isn’t shit.

I have to insist that my reaction paper did follow the prescribed format, it did have a coherent thought, and that the grammar, certainly, was anything but shit. I’m a literature major, for the love of God. I can’t count, I can’t cook, I can’t memorize the annals of science, and I can’t sell a camel to an Arab, but I swear to the Baby Jesus, I can write and express my opinions in a manner decent, elegant, and clear.

Of course, you did admit that you sometimes do not read the works you grade as properly as you should, and you gave us a chance to resubmit our papers with revisions if we so wish. Naturally, as I was outraged by my almost surreally low grade, I assumed you may have not read my work correctly, if at all. I was going to complain, but then, I decided that my opinion will remain my opinion, and how I view things will not be compromised simply because someone considers them subpar from their own.

This isn’t North Korea and you, sir, are no Kim Jung-Il.

Do not consider this a letter of spite. It is not. I simply wanted to express my opinion that it is unfair to rate opinions. I can assure you that the opinions stated in that reaction paper were based on fact, they were completely from my point-of-view, they were not offensive (this is an impressive feat, considering my tendency to be quite offensive for reasons unapparent), and the paper as a whole was written carefully.

Again, I do not want you to change my grade, because if, in your opinion, my opinions are worth nothing but a mere 2.0, then fine. I will not tell you that this opinion of yours ranks second-lowest in a scale of quality, nor will I ask you to revise it.

This isn’t North Korea, and, though I look like him, I am certainly no Kim Jung-Il.

Hugs,
Cholo

—February 8, 2009