I began writing a real post last night, but there’s so much I’ve been meaning to tell that I just couldn’t finish it all. Xack wants some drama, and now I finally have the time to give him some. The easiest way to remember everything that’s gone down is to do one day at a time. I’ll start with Friday.
Friday: For Christmas, Lacie gave me a gift certificate to get my nails done. I told her a while back that I had never gotten a manicure/pedicure, so we decided to have a girl’s day out. I invited Ariel to join us, so after getting ready for the day, she picked me up at my house, and then we met Lacie at her apartment. Because this was the first time I had seen Chris and Lacie’s new home, I was given a brief tour. Lacie looked so proud to have her own place; makes me want to move out even sooner.
I won’t go into much detail about that. The main event was getting my nails done…but that’s just the thing. It’s more than getting your nails done. I’ve always thought of myself as a tomboy. I grew up playing videogames and playing sports with the boys. I was never into the whole “girly” thing. Well, getting my nails painted and whatnot made me feel more girly than ever. It felt so awkward in the beginning. I didn’t know what the Hades was goin on. The girl (who probably was just a few years older than me) was extremely nice. Everyone who worked there was Vietnamese, and after telling her that I was also Asian, our conversation bloomed from there. Ariel and Lacie laughed at me a few times because I was asking so many questions. And OH MY GOSH, the pedicure was freakin awesome. The best part was when hot towels were wrapped around my legs after having minty lotion rubbed on them. The chair I was sitting in had those balls (yeah Xack, I’ve got balls for you too) that massage your back and neck. Being pampered like that is excellent.
Luckily, I remembered to take my camera, so I took a bunch of pictures and videos. It was great bonding with the gals and catching up. I learned a lot of new things too. I had never really thought about guys having their nails done as well. Yep, I saw two guys get their fingernails worked on. Dang… And it’s okay to be girly once in a while.
Later that night, I hung out with Jenna. When I arrived at her house, she was in the middle of making Wes a mixtape. After jamming to some music, we ate some Chinese takeout her mom had brought home and watched some of That 70’s Show. We finally met up with Wes at his place. He and his dad were watching Drop Dead Gorgeous, so Jenna and I just plopped onto the couch and watched it with them. Now, D.D.G. is one of my favorite comedies, so when I see it on, I totally get sucked into watching it. Poor Wes, I hope he gets to feeling better soon.
What a long day… After leaving Wes’s house, Jenna and I drove out to see Ramon and Jere’s new home. I got to see Ramon and his brother, but I had to leave before Jere got home. We didn’t do much really, we sat in front of the t.v. watching the National Geographic channel and just hung out. On the way out of the neighborhood, Jenna and I were stopped by a cop. Even though we didn’t do anything, I became nervous. “I promise officer, I’m a good girl!” Apparently, someone had been goin around the trailers knockin on people’s doors.
Saturday: I worked in the morning, but nothing interesting happened. Although, for the past couple of weekends, I’ve had a coworker keep staring at me. I’ve been told that he’s a 31-year-old alcoholic. Ugh, remind me to never date anyone I work with ever again. At least from that place anyway.
Later that night, I got all dressed up and met Ariel at her house. Amber, Jeremy, Ariel, Josh, John, and I decided to go out for dinner and a movie. This was our Valentine date…thing… But it wasn’t a triple date. I’m not sure what it was then. We went to Tomatino’s, and then we headed across the street to the Capri. We saw the Painted Veil, and I absolutely loved it. I suppose it was a chick flick. It was about romance, sorta. But it wasn’t a romantic comedy. In my opinion, it had a fantastic story. Ariel and Josh thought it was too long and slow in the beginning, but Amber and Jeremy enjoyed it.
Sunday: I worked in the morning again. Boring with a capital B. My family decided to go out to eat at Taste Good because it was the day the Chinese New Year began. They had different food out, including jumbo shrimp. I swear, I could never be a vegetarian; I love my shrimp wayyyyy to much.
Monday: Went to school and began studying for my Organic Chemistry test.
Tuesday: I got to school by 8:50 and studied until 2:30 for my test. Ariel joined me at some point, so I wasn’t alone the entire time. After class, we studied some more until 6:00. I felt prepared before taking the test, but that confidence dropped when I got our paper. Thank goodness I studied our Exercise Sets. Half of the questions were the exact same ones we went over in class. Maybe, just maybe, I made a good grade…
Rumor has it that there are a few cheaters in my class. For example, there’s this one girl who supposedly pays this guy to help her on her tests. They always sit next to each other. And the guy is making really good grades. And I mean…way above everyone else in the class (I know this because he was in my Org. Chem. class last semester). I guess our professor was given a heads up about the people in my class, so she rearranged everyone’s seating. My buddies told me that they saw the cheater girl stand up, look around, and then sit down after she and the people around her were told to move. What a punk! I was glad that the boy was eventually forced to move. But I’m sure that girl found someone else to cheat off of; she suggested to one of my friends last time to help each other on the test…
Anyway, while I was taking my test and minding my own business, I noticed the girl in front of me start talking to the guy sitting two seats away from her. I tried to concentrate on my own crap, but her constant movements kept distracting me. It suddenly occured to me that she was cheating as well. So I sat there for a minute or so, just watching this girl. When my professor had her back turned, the girl would turn to the guy, start tapping him on his arm and whispering to him. She would then kinda turn, so that her test paper would be visible to the guy. He’d look down in her general direction and start nodding his head. Sometimes, he’d hold his paper up so it would be visible to the girl. Oh man, did I get angry. What would you guys do in a situation like that? I became so fed up that I couldn’t think straight.
I decided to tell my teacher about it. I didn’t want to make it obvious, so I found a question I wanted to ask her about, and next to it I wrote down something like, “I think the girl sitting in front of me is cheating. The guy next to her is helping her.” After reading my little note, my professor gave me a nod and an, “Okay.” I know she watched me walk back to my seat to see who was sitting in front of me. Unfortunately, the guy had already left.
I admit, I felt like a snitch. But can you blame me for what I did? If this girl makes a better grade than me, I’m gonna get screwed over. My friends and I work our butts off to make good grades, and we don’t need some slacker to mess everything up. Geez, thinking about it makes me angry all over again.
After the test, Amber, Jeremy, and I headed over to Waffle House to vent our frustrations. It was, like, my third time ever being in a Waffle House. I need to get out more…
Today: Nothing special happened today. I hung out with my mom on base and ate at Burger King. I did get my essay back in English. Freaking A!!! Philosophy was silly, as usual. Josh and I were close to giggles when the Seahorse guy started debating with the professor and some other fellow student.
Alright, I think that pretty much sums up everything. Maybe that wasn’t as intriguing as I’d thought it’d be. But there ya go. I might go work out with a friend before school tomorrow. Then on Friday, I’m supposed to hang out with another friend and maybe play some basketball with Ariel and Josh. Yeah, I totally need more days in the week or more hours in the day.
February 21st, 2007 at 11:25 PM
I’d like to go ahead and make an apology if my post is confusing in any way. I rushed through it, so I’m sure there are some flaws in my wording, grammar, etc…
February 23rd, 2007 at 12:12 PM
Some reason, I felt the need to read this entire thing. I like writing, but dread reading. I wish there was some other way for information to instantly enter our minds. It’s kind of funny that you ratted out the idiots. I cheated in highschool, I always refused to help people unless I was actually friends with them though. Ratting someone out is like a slap to the face, only a little bit worse. You basically slapped some slacking hoebag in the face. I’m proud of you, but next time you oughta get ballsy and say it out loud so the girl knows who did it.
February 23rd, 2007 at 4:14 PM
I think you totally did the right thing. I don’t understand the whole cheating-in-college thing. College is too expensive to waste your time not learning anything.
February 25th, 2007 at 2:35 PM
No, you didnt do the right thing.
ha ha.
No, but seriously, you gotta wonder what your place in this situation is…is it right to impose your morals on someone (even though they sign a waiver to abide by that very code)? When you mentioned that you and your friends worked your butts off and the cheaters didnt, that might be a selfish reason. You’re only satisfying yourself.
Ask yourself, what bad will come of this if you let it slide. They’d probably only be hurting themselves (unless, somehow they managed to cheat their whole way through and became a doctor or something or another, which we both know is way too unlikely) and they will most likely get caught eventually. Will it affect you negatively in a direct way (other than your personal anger over it, which is completely subjective and invalid)?
What good could come of you telling on them? You feel better? You level the playing field? I say not good enough.
The bad you would do is heavier. They might figure out it was you and make you pay for it (not likely). You might get them expelled (is that really what they deserve? Even the guy who knows his stuff?).
Do these people not have the freedom to do this sort of thing? Is it your role to intervene?
I dont know the situation or anything and cant say for sure what you did was right or wrong (who knows what is anyway?), but its important to consider all sides in moral dilemma. But….I get the feeling you did it to satisfy your hungry anger. And you know what i think about that.
February 25th, 2007 at 2:47 PM
You make an interesting point, Xack. I mean, I was pretty angry about the girl cheating. If you studied for hours and hours to do well on a test, and then had someone cheat their way to a better grade than you, wouldn’t you be just as mad? Then again, I wondered if telling my professor really made any difference. I’m still debating on whether what I did was right or wrong. I’m not worried about the girl finding out it was me that told on her. How would she find out? And besides, if she did know, what’s she gonna do? Sabotage my lab work? Doubt it. Ok, so the girl is hurting herself? But isn’t she hurting everyone else too? If she was only screwing herself up, I’d wouldn’t think twice on it. So maybe it wasn’t my place to tell my professor about her. But then who else would do it? If everyone let her slide by, then what?
February 25th, 2007 at 6:30 PM
exactly….then what?? what would happen to you or anyone elsE? how’s she hurting everyone else?
that’ll be 100 dollars
February 26th, 2007 at 12:12 AM
If the professor does the whole grading curve thing, and this girl (and whoever else is cheating) is one more high grade, that can hurt everyone else.
Plus, what happens if this girl or any other person who is cheating gets some form of scholarship or award or is accepted into an honor society based on his or her grades? Yes, this was only one test, but it’s logical to assume some people do this all the time. Is it fair to other people competing for scholarship money, etc. that some person who didn’t even do their work might be eligible for the same reward?
I know that’s an extreme case, but still. I agree with you Xack, that it’s no take action against someone just because they’re pissing you off. But this *is* something that could negatively affect other people. And like Sam said (as I paraphrase): somebody has to be willing to do something about it, or else what’s to stop anyone from cheating?
Random rant that I went on. The end.
February 26th, 2007 at 12:13 AM
that it’s no good to take action*
My typing skills rule.
February 26th, 2007 at 10:13 AM
Cheaters, like line-cutters and liars, are faggots.
February 26th, 2007 at 3:08 PM
That is the greatest comment ever.
February 27th, 2007 at 10:57 AM
in this case, she was copying off someone else, so the curve would rpobably already be set.
but, yeah, there are cases where it could really hurt people.
Whatever, i killed her. I hope you’re happy.