The walk down memory lane as i promised:
A couple of weeks into my first semester of college, i began to feel the stress of my classes. I had signed up for this Religion course (trust me i wouldn't have unless it was required) and could tell i was rapidly falling between the cracks. My professor, who shall remain anonymous, is what ratemyprofessor.com said to be a short and stocky man in his 40s that could bench press that of a small elephant. The "not-so-dependable" website also informed me that he played football for U of L and held some record for some thing that no one really actually cares about (well except him and maybe football fans..). Just so you know, that whole football thing was a COMPLETE lie, i asked. So after spending some quality time with JM the professor, i came to realize that I wasn't going to make it out of this class without some serious assistance. That's where my sunday-school teacher of a dad comes into play. We were given a quiz to be taken online (once again, here you are you damn technology) and so i construed a way to cheat of course--ok not so much cheating just ASSISTING my lack of knowledge, because cheating is a no-go in big kid school. Right before the test i decided to give my dad a little jingle and get a little story back ground. (oh, by the way, our quiz was going to be over the entire life of Job. Dont feel bad if you dont know it, apparently there is some underground cult and all of its members just KNOW alllll of these stories...72% of my religion class knew them and i put up a good front...till grades came). So after doing the "hello, hows college, hows the roommate, grades" chit chat with the pops, i went in for the real reason i called--tell me the answers to the story of Job so i dont actually have to read it. This is how it went:
Hannah: "So dad, tell me all you know about Job."
Dad: "Hmmm...let me recall that one."
Hannah: (patiently waiting)....
Dad: "Ah, yes. Job. He was a fine guy. Did alot of great things."
Hannah: "Really?! Great, tell me about him."
Dad: "Well you see, it all started with this gigantic WHALE. One day, Job gets eaten by this whale and then he is inside...."
Hannah: "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! A WHALE?!??! DAD, THATS JONAH!!!!"
Dad: "Um, I think I know my bible stories. Calm down, this is right."
Hannah: "I'm pretty sure I'm screwed for this quiz...
So, you see, the lesson i learned from this outcome is:
Do the readings, THEN call you parents--for money, not homework help. :)
A couple of weeks into my first semester of college, i began to feel the stress of my classes. I had signed up for this Religion course (trust me i wouldn't have unless it was required) and could tell i was rapidly falling between the cracks. My professor, who shall remain anonymous, is what ratemyprofessor.com said to be a short and stocky man in his 40s that could bench press that of a small elephant. The "not-so-dependable" website also informed me that he played football for U of L and held some record for some thing that no one really actually cares about (well except him and maybe football fans..). Just so you know, that whole football thing was a COMPLETE lie, i asked. So after spending some quality time with JM the professor, i came to realize that I wasn't going to make it out of this class without some serious assistance. That's where my sunday-school teacher of a dad comes into play. We were given a quiz to be taken online (once again, here you are you damn technology) and so i construed a way to cheat of course--ok not so much cheating just ASSISTING my lack of knowledge, because cheating is a no-go in big kid school. Right before the test i decided to give my dad a little jingle and get a little story back ground. (oh, by the way, our quiz was going to be over the entire life of Job. Dont feel bad if you dont know it, apparently there is some underground cult and all of its members just KNOW alllll of these stories...72% of my religion class knew them and i put up a good front...till grades came). So after doing the "hello, hows college, hows the roommate, grades" chit chat with the pops, i went in for the real reason i called--tell me the answers to the story of Job so i dont actually have to read it. This is how it went:
Hannah: "So dad, tell me all you know about Job."
Dad: "Hmmm...let me recall that one."
Hannah: (patiently waiting)....
Dad: "Ah, yes. Job. He was a fine guy. Did alot of great things."
Hannah: "Really?! Great, tell me about him."
Dad: "Well you see, it all started with this gigantic WHALE. One day, Job gets eaten by this whale and then he is inside...."
Hannah: "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! A WHALE?!??! DAD, THATS JONAH!!!!"
Dad: "Um, I think I know my bible stories. Calm down, this is right."
Hannah: "I'm pretty sure I'm screwed for this quiz...
So, you see, the lesson i learned from this outcome is:
Do the readings, THEN call you parents--for money, not homework help. :)
3 comments:
That's a good story...Job and the whale..I had to write a paper on it once, I think... Great story.
Apparently that Bible I gave him for Christmas a few years ago is worthless....
Job had three daughters and seven sons . . . I remember this from such an underground (well, not really underground) cult (well not really a cult as we never sacrificed any creatures . . . ). Teehee.
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