Story of a DickRag

Well hey there peeps,

Excuse the title. I try not to swear too much on here, although in real life I have the mouth of a sailor.
So today: My day managed to go from pretty good to horrible, and all because of one professor and one class. Said class is Technical and Professional Communications, and the only class that I have been complaining about all semester. The book for the class could teach me everything, but instead I have to sit through some of the most boring lectures known to man. I'm not good with the lecture-style classes like this. I find the information boring, and lectures with no interaction are hell for me to sit through. Ergo, this class is already bad for me.
On top of that, my teacher is absolutely unforgiving.
Our latest project was a 7-page proposal. I fished my paper this morning and it was due today. I tried to print it four times before class, but for some reason, it just wouldn't print. So, I proceeded to send him an email explaining the problem with my proposal and the outline attached. So, it was tuned in on time.
But no! That's not good enough for him! He needs a hard copy, blah blah blah blah blah. I told him after class that I had emailed him the project because I was having trouble printing it. He wouldn't accept it though, and informed me that I wouldn't be getting full credit. Before he even looked at the fucking proposal!!! AND IT WASN'T MY FUCKING PROBLEM!
It pissed me off to no end! And when I get pissed off, or stressed out, or just generally super upset, I start to cry, so that happened. I hate it when that happens, because I can't stop it, and I have to hold it back, and it sucks.
So my school day didn't end super duper great.

TheNotFabAtAllKid

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