Gorramit!!!!

*expletives*

Dr. A. has indeed gone too far this time. There is a quiz this week, which I was not aware of - he doesn't put them on the syllabus (highly inconvenient when his quizzes are six pages long, but that's neither here nor there). Moreover, he handed out a review sheet before our Thanksgiving Break. I neglected to attend class on the day he handed out the review sheet because I HAD A LAST MINUTE REHEARSAL FOR ANOTHER EXTRA BLINKIN' RECITAL that I COULD NOT miss at risk of humiliating myself and my accompanist at the performance THAT VERY NIGHT.

Now, this would have been okay. But the man EMAILED me a reminder about the frickin' Lully research paper that was due, which, I might add, I was not required to write. He sent me the email the same day as he handed out the review sheet. He did not even IMPLY that a quiz might be in the offing and that I may need to obtain a copy of the review sheet from one of my classmates or, God forbid, from him!

Now, I realize that Dr. A. is very absent-minded. But come now. He's screwed me. He has royally screwed me. I really can't deal with this. My parents wanted me to try and cut a deal with the music department if they want me so badly, but honestly - what's the point? These people seem to go out of their way to overload and overwork me to the point of exhaustion, and I'm sick and tired of being their bitch. And these are the SELFSAME people trying to convince me that I'll want to go on to grad school! After this? HELL no. Not if I have to deal with more of the same, thanks VERY much.

Dirty words. DIRTY WORDS.

In other news, in nine days I will be home for Christmas Break and rehabilitation from this godawful semester. Good riddance. And people say that your junior year is your best. HAH!