*$&!*

If the title isn't enough of a hint, this post is not going to be the normal happy/funny/mildly depressed stuff. This is going to be a bit of a profanity-laced tirade. I apologize in advance for this, but I need to get this anger out before I do something stupid, dangerous, illegal, or all three. I've mentioned my rage issues before, but most of the time, I can keep it under control. If you don't wish to read this, feel free to skip it. I won't mind.

I thought that the effects from the finals week from hell were going to be limited to having to take classes over. Well, I was wrong. That hellacious, damnable week is going to keep biting me in the ass. Let's see one effect I found out today.

Let's pretend that you are a department chair at a major university. Let's also say that the courses in your department have to be taken--and passed with a high enough grade--in the proper order. Let's further assume that students are allowed to register for the next semester before the current semester has ended. Let's also say that after the grades are turned in, you see that a student (likely multiple students) is signed up for a class, even though they got a bad grade in the preceding class the previous semester. What do you do? Do you try to contact them, saying they should drop the class they're registered for and register for the lower-level class, or do you wait until they've bought their books (a non-returnable, non-refundable packet) and gone to the first class and make them actually ask their teacher directly why they weren't assigned a group for one of the assignments? If you chose the first option, congratulations! You're a reasonable human being and not a bastard. I think you know which option was actually chosen.

Now, the teacher did say that I would have to go see the department chair to get everything straightened out (since I'm not allowed to do it myself after the semester starts), but I was not in the right mood to see someone about the problem, so I came home, let out a scream (if you were near my place and heard an angry scream shortly before 1 this afternoon, that was probably me) and sat down to write this. I'll go deal with it tomorrow, because right after class was not a good time.

Again, sorry for the rage dump. This blog should be back to the normal craziness in the next post.