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I got in to UCSB! Yay! One school down, six to go.

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Well, I was having a good day... until Rosemary the sarcastic bitch had to go and kill my post-grad-school-acceptance buzz. We all have our bad days, right? Well everyday I spend in that class my performance gets worse. I do understand the material- at home. But with the grammar Nazi staring me in the face while I'm trying to translate and making sarcastic comments every time I screw up, I totally blank on things I know I know. Every time I stumble on a point of grammar, she says something like, "Those of you who are planning to go to grad school might do well to look at Smyth #..." Granted, all five us are going on to grad school, but my fuck-ups are the only ones that provoke this particular response. Today, I think she went too far. I had forgotten to look up two vocabulary words and was stumbling over a construction I'd never seen before, and her response was, "And you just got into Santa Barbara?" I wasn't sure whether I wanted to cry, scream, or punch something, so I just sat there... and ran out of the room the moment class was over. I'm used to her talking down to me, she's never shown any of us anything but contempt. But singling me (and Katie, too, for that matter) out for verbal abuse is going beyond a lack of professionalism, it's just fucking rude.

On a higher note, David and I are eating out at a classy joint tonight and seeing Shakespeare on Valentine's Day. I need to try to focus on the positive, here.