Oh, and as an added thing, these results for this test make me happy:

#1Albus Dumbledore

#2 Hermione Granger

#3 Neville Longbottom

Whoah... I'm DONE.

Graduation is over, my grandma and aunt have gone home; this is still not hitting me yet. Wow...

Now, I'm going on tour with my choir for a week - sunday to sunday. ^_^ I'll blog when I can, but if I'm absent for a while, forgive me. ~_^ And then, yes - writings. Lots of writings. Hopefully I can get a good amount done on the bus...

Oh, and I forgot to paste the description of "Le Enfant Terrible" earlier - I think you'll see it made me raise an eyebrow. ~_^

Your little inner child is l'Enfant Terrible (PIDC) --egotistical, malaligned, dark and pithy. Nothing in you makes any sense. It's like living inside an Emcee Escher drawing with DJ Salvador Dali on your inner wheels of steel. If it's like that old fart Frued says, "where id was, there shall ego be," than your ego will soon be visiting Dysfunction Gulch by way of Isolation City, just past Pervert Palace. Strewn about the path along the way will be the carcasses of helpless relationships you've slaughtered. There are two ways for you to grow up and stop acting like an ass: 1. grow up 2. stop acting like an ass Other than all that stuff, he has fun at dance clubs, likes reading (yelling?) poetry and enjoys the taste of menthol cigarettes. Natch!

Eee, thanks April! And we haven't talked in ages, but that's my fault - this whole double major thing has SO kept me busy. ^^ And I'm SO freaking glad the spider got skished - aag. @_@ NO arachnid friends for me...

*snickers* And I wish I could throw pointy things at him too, Gwen - how petty can you GET, ne? Argh. Oh, and I really enjoyed the little convo between prof and Christian. Quite intersting.

Wow. Can I just say that seeing a long-term friendship like you two have is... really amazing? There's nothing like forgiveness and encouragement and the stuff that goes with it - that SO rocks. ^_^

*giggles* Thanks, Isa! Although I had to look up "OMEDETOU" - it means "congratulations." *all proud of herself* ^_^

Oi, you - we are going to have FUN on that trip. ^___^ Lots. And I dunno about that kid test thing - I keep coming up as this:

*snickers* You're right, Juunigou - someone is very clever indeed. ^___^

Congrats on the manga gifts, Chaos - that kind of thing is ALWAYS fun. ^_^ And I know nothing about proms - unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately?) didn't have one. Muaha.

Eeee, thanks Leareth! I appreciate both the congrats and the support. ^_^; And I know there's something we can do - but my father and I are debating as to exactly WHAT. Going over Emmons The Rat to the head of the department, yes, but we want to be careful - the line between "harassment" and "paranoid parent" isn't a very large one, at least to some people, and I'm not sure how much we can do without triggering the "he's in my department" defensive response. Erg. Will find out tomorrow. @_@

Feh. *pokes Manzai* I KNOW you're around. ~_^

*snickering* That's one heck of a dream, Pisces - almost would be worth some really weird fanfic. ~_^

And Vega-chan, I said it before, I'll say it again - you rock. Don't let your folks get you down - the whole "my BABY" syndrome is hard (read: impossible) to beat - but remember this: folks at each others' throats is NEVER EVER YOUR FAULT. PERIOD. That is all. ~_^

Woo, You moved and didn't tell me! *updating link*

Woo- just had my graduation rehearsal; my folks are here, as is my grandmother, and my aunt will be here later on today. You know what? It's hitting me that this is for REAL now. I feel... SO freaking good.

Take that, Emmons. ~_^

(p.s. - it occurs to me that I should explain Vega's terrific picture down below. Seishirou: assassin who kills with sakura blossoms. Then he feeds the corpses to his sakura tree - which turns the blossoms pink instead of red.

Now it should make sense. ~_^)

*dies* Oh my word this so rocks - THANK YOU, VEGA!

[WARNING - RANT. BAD LANGUAGE AND MUCH ANGER TO FOLLOW]

Well, that does it. I'm officially getting out of here. ^___________^

Last class and class work done - I can't believe it. It's been a LONG haul, ladies and gents... and you wanna know something? I almost didn't make it.

But not because of me. Because of a professor.

You see, there's this teacher at the school who is - in a word - a prick. A major prick. Such a serious prick that there are people willing to stay an ENTIRE EXTRA SEMESTER at this school to avoid taking him.

Unfortunately, I was dumb enough not to be one of them.

When Emmons (and yes, I'm using his name. To be perfectly honest, this was bad enough that my father and I were initially considering a lawsuit) does not like you, he gives you hell. Constantly. In every "legal" way he possibly can.

Now, understand something here; I'm a double major - as are quite a few people at my school - and my situation is anything but unique. Those of us who are music majors have the difficulty of juggling two separate programs, and every once in a while, those programs conflict. Not in a large way; just with minor things, such as having to leave a 9:00am class a little early so one can prepare to sing with one's choir in our 10:00am Assembly.

Now, most professors are fine with this; in fact, I've never known one to give a problem about it - except for Emmons.

He decided that every time I left early to go sing in thesed REQUIRED things (this is not a whim - REQUIRED stuff, folks), he'd dock me an absence - which would affect my grade.

Sure. Technically. He had that right. But NO prof here does that except for him. And so, I thought, "well, that sucks - but there's nothing I can do about it" -

...until I found out that he doesn't do it to anybody else.

That's just an example of the way this man has treated me the ENTIRE freaking semester. He belittles me in front of the class; docks me for every possible grade he CAN. Understand, I'm a fairly consistent B student - which, considering my course load, is pretty damned good; but he gives me D minuses and F's. No matter what I do.

So finally, I get to the end of the semester. I've made it through, all my classwork is in, all my finals are done - and then, Emmons causes a problem.

Okay, follow me here: all senior grades must be in by Wednesday at 10:00am. To make this happen, most seniors have to reschedule some of their exams; I did - it's no big problem.

Emmons' exam was at 9:00am Wednesday morning. And he would not allow me to reschedule. Pricky? Sure. But not too bad - until what he did that morning.

Tuesday night, one of my pre-arranged finals was moved to Wednesday morning; it was a scheduling problem - and there was NO other time that that music professor could see me before the grades had to be in. In fact, he only had 15 minutes to give me - and I had only two hours to get together with 4 people and work up some music for this bizarre situation.

I was told to be there at 9:00am. Problem.

Well, I had already DONE the Emmons exam. Oh, I didn't mention that, did I? He'd handed it out in class. I was done. Finished. Complete.

He just wanted me to SIT in there for the ENTIRE SCHEDULED TWO HOURS - which would take it PAST 10:00am, which he said would not be a problem. Well obviously, now I couldn't do that; so I went to the department he worked in and tried to talk to him.

Unfortunately, he didn't show; and finally his secretary took the exam from me, told me to go do what I had to do, and promised she'd take care of it. After all, I'd TAKEN the damned exam. So all should be good. Right?

I probably shouldn't have done as she suggested; but the fact was, had I not, I wouldn't have been able to meet with Mr. Borrmann at all (who had already rearranged his whole day to accomodate me - wonderful guy) - and I'd be in considerably worse trouble. However, I was panicking just a tad; so, I did.

I didn't finish with Borrmann's stuff until almost 10:00am precisely. He called the grade in, shook my hand, said, "congratulations - you're graduating," and all was well.

Wrong.

I thought, "well gee, I'd better make SURE everything's all right, ne?" And so, after everyone in the music department (I tell you, I LOVE these guys) had finished hugging and congratulating and dancing with me, I went back down to Emmons' department to check.

The secretary - normally a strong, fun woman with pirate-like tendencies, wouldn't look me in the eye.

"You need to see Dr. Emmons right away," she said.

Okay. It's now 10:30am. It's past the deadline. Soooo... suffice it to say that going back to his office, I felt more than a little ill.

He's sitting in there, behind his desk; and looks up when I walk in with what I can only describe as unholy glee in his eyes.

"You can't just walk out of an exam," he informs me, and I blinked.

"...I didn't. You have my exam right on your desk."

And he just... smiled. "You cannot walk out of an exam, Ruthanne. It's against the rules. I'm sorry. I can't pass you."

I had to sit down.

We went back and forth, back and forth; now that I look back, I KNOW he didn't really have a leg to stand on - but let me tell you something: at the time, I wanted to scream, cry, shout, and throw up all at once. Preferably at/on him.

However, I kept my tone calm, which was good - it gives him even less ground to stand on for future confrontations.

Finally, he goes, "All right. Give me ten minutes and then come back while I finish grading your exam."

...so the prick hadn't really even STARTED GRADING it yet, and it was almost an hour AFTER THE DEADLINE. You realize what this means, I hope.

He had never intended to pass me in the first place.

So I got out of there, REALLY freaking distraught - if you get an F, you have to retake the class: no graduation for me - and called a bunch of people and freaked.

My dad made half-serious jokes about getting him a lock of Emmons' hair so he could put some kind of voodoo curse on him, and that helped a little. ^_^;;

I get back in there, and he's given the exam... a 50. He looks at me. "Well, Ruthanne, I don't know what to do for you here... I can't in good conscience pass you," yadda yadda, etc. and so forth.

I am. Not. A bad. Student. I can't even tell you how angry that made me; I'd spent FOUR HOURS trying to make sure I had his damned exam the way he wanted it - but, as I said before... it never mattered what I did. He always said he wanted something else.

And then, the kicker. "I called Mr. Borrmann. HE said you were only with him for 15 minutes."

Isn't that nice. Emmons called Borrmann, and tried to catch me in a lie. I know that's what he did - Borrmann ran all the way from the music building to the main education building to find me, panicked, because of what Emmons had said to him and to make sure I was okay (I tell you, I LOVE the music department).

So. We went back and forth again, for almost an hour. Finally, Emmons seems to... relent. Or something.

"What's your GPA?" he asked me, and I told him. And then, as if it was an absolutely HUGE favor on his part, he grants me the barely passing course grade of D minus.

I've never been so happy to get a grade so bad in my life.

As I look back at it now, I know that he didn't really have a leg to stand on; however, this kind of shit is what I put up with all year long. And I'm not 100% sure that he'd even planned to pass me to begin with. I simply had made it clear that I was not going to ACCEPT a failing grade from him, and I think he knows me well enough by now to know that I would SO freaking go over his head on this.

My father is... ah, pissed. I'm pissed. Especially because you CANNOT tell me I'm the only student he pulls shit like this with. Basically... once I actually have my diplomas in my hand this Saturday, Emmons is going to hear a thing or three from us.

And... okay. End rant.