It's finally finals week

Finals week sucks. Everyone is being all sorts of studious. Everyone should know me by now, I'm not a studious person, I am the epitomy of procrastination and I study at the last minute. It's more challenging that way. You never know, some day a very demented psycho genius will be like, study this book, i'm going to quiz you in 40 minutes. If you don't get an 80% or higher, I'm going to shoot you.

Yea, what are all you studious losers going to do when that happens? That's right, you forgot how to cram. You die, I live.

Sure, it may not happen, but it justifies my existance and my petty excuses to not study.

On another note

I was reading this article somewhere, it was saying that C grades are extinct. Not because people are smarter, but because people bitch more. Society also says that a C student is not an average student. Society says that an average student is a B student, and an exceptional student is an A student.

That's all well and good, but what happened to the above average student who's not exceptional? According to this article, C's used to be the standard. A grade of C meant you performed as expected of the teacher and you were allowed to pass. A grade of B meant that you performed more then as expected of your teacher. A grade of A meant that you performed well above and beyond what was expected of your teacher.

What do grades mean now? A, you're pretty good. B, you're alright. C, you passed dude. D, you should have failed but I felt sorry for you. F, you fuckin retarded fuck.

With that said, I stand by the fact that grades don't mean anything. And I refuse to study to conform to the struggles of trying to achieve these meaningless grades.

Cordially,

This Infamous Slacker.