Getting real tired of the school hammering me with surprise fee after fee after fee.

The tuition hikes at UCI are already in-fucking-sane. I really can’t afford to have the school tacking on any charge they can get away with, especially when the latest email about yet another fee says, “We do not have the details or reason why you have this balance.”

Are you fucking kidding me. THEY DON’T EVEN KNOW WHY THEY WANT MY MONEY, BUT THEY’LL DROP ALL MY SUMMER CLASSES IF I DON’T PAY IT.

Which makes complete sense. Every time I come downstairs, the trash is overflowing, food’s been left out (often for DAYS at a time), beer bottles and cans are everywhere, there’s water and crumbs all over the stove and counter tops, and unwashed dishes are scattered throughout the kitchen.

Even now, the stove is littered with cupcakes and all the materials it took to make them, there are dirty dishes and wrappers everywhere, open cans of soda that still have liquid in them, someone’s iPhone, and a fruit fly trap (because the kitchen is plagued with fruit flies I WONDER WHY). There’s a sticky note on the fridge asking people to organize their food and throw out anything that’s gone bad, and someone responded by drawing a dick jizzing “F.U.” High school was years ago, people. It’s time to grow the fuck up.

Nobody is going to use that in favor of “the bookstore”. Really, how do they ever expect that to catch on? It’s a bookstore, and that’s what people are going to call it. I’ll be surprised if I hear anyone use it, even after the next five years.

I can’t believe this.

So, I need to be out of my old dorm room in two hours. That’s all right, since I have just about everything placed in the new room. My roommate and I were looking over the new room, remarking how it was perfect in every way - the lights are bright and don’t flicker (unlike our old room’s), the furniture’s situated nicely, the chairs are cushioned (unlike what we had in the old room), the outlets aren’t in stupid places, the room’s perfectly square, the beds have a lot of space under them (perfect for storage), and it has a full-body mirror and peephole (again, unlike the old room).

And then the housing office tells me I need to move again in three days.

I knew the nice room was too good to be true.

If I was a thief, man, it’d be my lucky day.

It’s no wonder so many laptops are stolen from the Student Center each month. It’d be fantastic if we lived in a world where you could trust your things not to disappear if you needed to leave to go to the restroom or something like that, but we simply don’t. Multiple warnings have been issued not to leave your belongings unattended, but there are still people under the impression things like that just won’t happen to them.

I guess I’m just surprised by the lack of street smarts people have. I really shouldn’t be.

> Be at the Anteater Pep Band ice cream social

> Time to level up my social links

> Too socially inept to join in on any of the games going on around me

> Do the same thing I do at home - TUMBLRRRR

Shame I didn’t bring my tablet. There’s some artwork that needs to get done.

So, my Physics of Music class has been a nightmare since day one, and not just because it’s an 8 o’ clock class. One the first day, the Professor (who we’ll just call Prof. T) handed out the syllabus and every homework assignment up front. She said that we were expected to turn in at least one homework assignment every week (the maximum being 3), and though she didn’t expect anyone to turn in every assignment, you need to finish at least 14 by the end of the quarter to get an A. Initially, I thought this was pretty great, since I figured I’d be able to work at my own pace. 

And then I read the homework assignments.

Prof. T must have written the damn assignments on a typewriter, because she made several errors that could have been fixed if she had been using a word processor. At one point, the word, “satroge” came up, and it took me five minutes to figure out she meant “storage” (not even context clues could help me with this one; I had to guess). The wording is confusing, there are numerous sentence fragments that don’t make any sense, and she frequently says things like, “probably draw a picture.” DO YOU WANT ME TO DRAW SOMETHING OR NOT? The most pressing issue, however, is that the assignments frequently ask for information that was never explained during lectures or in the textbook. Whenever I do the homework, I spend more time searching for the data she asks for than I do actually writing. I think there’s something wrong with your teaching method if you’re assigning material neither you nor your text book ever cover.

Out of the seven assignments I’ve done so far, I’ve only managed to get full credit on one of them, even though I’ve written down everything the prompt asked for, including the items preceded by “probably.” It’s never explained why, either. Someone asked what it took to get full credit last week, and she said, “Obviously, you need to include everything the prompt asks for. It can’t be that hard.” FUCKING AAAAUGFRFDGBTH, NO. YOU CLEARLY WANT SOMETHING ELSE IF I’M STILL NOT GETTING FULL CREDIT AFTER ADDRESSING EVERYTHING IN THE PROMPT.

We also take a quiz every Tuesday, and I never score very high on those either, regardless of my answers being correct. I don’t know what this woman wants! Length, maybe? She never specifies what it takes to get full credit!

Her lectures are also…strange. She speaks for the whole hour and twenty minutes, but I never learn anything! There’s nothing to write in my notes when she’s done talking! But then I thought, “how could someone ramble on for over an hour without mentioning anything important?” Surely, I had to be missing something.

So, since it was so difficult for me to get full points or take adequate notes, I began to wonder if I was just a shitty student (which I am, but I mean shittier than usual).

AND THEN PROF. T SENT OUT AN EMAIL TODAY CONCERNING A LETTER SHE’D GOTTEN FROM HER DEPARTMENT.

Three students registered a formal complaint that basically said,

“After seven weeks of instruction, we’ve observed that Prof. T’s instruction is disorganized and incoherent. She has also not been approachable in answering questions or concerns. We noticed that the quality of the two substitutes’ lectures vastly surpassed those of Prof. T and demonstrate UCI’s standard of academics. We want the administration to know Prof. T’s instruction is disappointing, insufficient, and does not match the high quality of other UCI professors. We ask the administration to address this issue and to give us advice, as we have never experienced this situation before.”

It’s not just me; the professor is not cut out for teaching. In retaliation to this letter, she claimed she was totally approachable and blamed the students for not being able to “organize textbook and lecture material into answers.” She doesn’t understand that with the material she’s given us, we simply can’t answer the homework! We always need to do outside research!

Plus, when I managed to stop her for a moment to ask her about the homework after class today, she admitted to me that she absolutely hates teaching. Nobody can blame her for that, however, she needs to acknowledge that she may hate it so much because she’s no good at it.

I’m just crossing my fingers the administration will step in before too long. I’ll also be submitting a letter to the physics department explaining the situation. It’s a huge relief students share my sentiments, and hopefully, we can work together to fix this problem.

The reservation cost for next year’s housing is supposed to be $350, but when I finished my application, it said all I had to pay right now was $50. That’s great, since I could pay the full $350, but that would leave me with very little for the rest of the school year.

So, I go to pay electronically, and the billing center lists a bunch of fees that may or may not be a part of the housing contract, and that comes out to $410?!

However, if I opt to pay the housing cashier in person, the housing website says I only need to pay $50.

SO AM I PAYING $50, $350, or $410? It should not be this hard to give me one straight total payment, billing center.

and I’m unreasonably bummed out. :c

They don’t sell that scarf anymore at the bookstore.

“I sampled a couple things, but all of these flavors are too yogurty! When you’re done, can we go somewhere else?”

Seriously, YogurtLand! You need to offer more than just yogurty flavors.