Quizzes in every class only to come home and get roped into babysitting a bunch of brats.Well, the math part wasn't too bad. Pop quiz and I only got one problem out of five wrong, and even then it was still a 9 out of 10 since I messed up on the graphing... English 900 is nothing, just a writing lab, but really, just how stupid do they think we are? Who the fuck needs a library usage tutorial?
English 1A is a completely different story. We had a quiz because apparently, no one was reading the assignments, and Cowper had us write 5-6 sentences about what we thought the chapter was about. Next thing we know, he's reading them out loud, and then making snide remarks about them. 
The rought draft for the Mind Paper is due in the next session, in other words, this coming Monday, but he hasn't given us so much as a prompt! 
How are we supposed to do anything without a prompt?! And he wonders why his English 1A students are doing worse than the English 400 students.((BTW, English 1A is about critical writing, and students in English 1A are basically students who are qualified to take other college courses because we're supposed to be able to read the other coursework. English 400 is the lowest level of English PCC offers. I don't know what they do in there, learn to write maybe? I don't know, My English is at the 1A level.))
The kids were playing some weird mix of hide-&-seek and catch, and then out of nowhere, Abraham bites Katelyn in the arm.
When Katelyn runs off to tell grandfather, grandfather makes Abraham stand next to the windmill in the backyard as punishment and the kid starts crying. Then at dinner, he wants Banh Out and starts crying even though his mom is making it right in front of him... 
Crybaby anyone?In all, a very tiring and exhausting day.
