When is it Ok to Swear...

When you find out that you've just gone through a month or more of classes that you were not supposed to be in. Classes that are actually too easy for you...
FUUUUUCK!!

So here's what happened...
We took our midterms...and when I had to go down to get my grades they
-First...Couldn't find them in the computer...
-Second...When they did find them...they were in the wrong place...
-Third... Couldn't give me any information about how I did other then some random numbers they wrote on a posted because they couldn't find my original scores from my entrance exam...

Ok.. that pissed me off and I vented quite a bit when I got home...
So the next day I decided that I would head back to the office to find out what the "mysterious posted note numbers" actually meant...
A very nice woman helped me out...and explained the numbers and what scores I actually got...
But while she was showing me my reading test numbers...she pointed out that on my entrance exam I got the highest score you could get...
In other words a PERFECT SCORE IN READING!!!!!!

So...very calmly...trying very hard to keep myself from exploding and strangling the poor girl....I asked
"Should I be in the classes I'm in?...
"No...but if you wanna change you can"...
(a look of dumb shock flickered across my face)...
After a few blinks and still holding back the raging animal within, I squeezed one last question past my tight lips...
"Isn't it a bit late to transfer now that we're near the end of the term?...I mean the finals are only two weeks away..."
"Um...yea" she said with a sorry look on her face...

I couldn't be mad at her...I just couldn't....at least she tried to help...it was the others...all those other people that I wanted to throttle...including their grand leader Ms. Stick Up Her Rectum Coordinator.
I mean...what the hell is she actually coordinating... Most of the people working under her look like deer in headlights whenever u ask them the simplest question...

So I left the office pissed but at the same time relieved and in a state of acceptance.
At least I wasn't crazy about my reading skills, and at least being in a lower class helped me build some much needed confidence. I got to meet some great teachers I would have missed meeting otherwise, and some good people too.
So all in all everything worked out for the best...
But we'll see if I need a punching bag when finals come around....sheesh...

(Photo by nerd_by_proxy, Photobucket and directly linked.)