Whoever Said Life Was Fair Was Wrong

I have not been having a good week. It all started last Thursday when I got the worst mark I've gotten so far in Psych and then I got my first University paper back only to find out I had lost an ENTIRE LETTER GRADE because I forgot to separate two lines of poetry I'd quoted in my paper with a slash. Let me repeat that. I LOST AN ENTIRE LETTER GRADE over ONE SLASH! Thursday was not good. Then Monday was the day where I got my Philosophy paper back. It's never a good sign when your TA walks in and the first thing he does is write "I'm sorry don't hate me" on the chalkboard. (I got a B- so it wasn't quite as bad as I was expecting.)

This brings us to today. Today I got my Archaeology midterm back which I knew I didn't do well on, but there was still hope that I was wrong and miraculously pulled off a good mark. (This sadly was not the case) After being frustrated because of my mark and my professor I decided to leave early to go home and check on my dog who had just gotten home from the vet. (She has calcium deposits in her spine which causes her pain and although this is common with her breed (Dachshund) it has never happened in the 5 years we've owned her so it freaked us out a little) Anyways, this was the first day that I had not sat through that three hour lecture in its entirety and of course this is the ONE DAY that she decides to take attendance and give marks to all of those people who were there at the end. Life is so fair isn't it? I leave 10 minutes early to check on my sick dog and I miss out on bonus marks which I could really use to make up for my poor midterm mark. I'm thinking about going to her office hours and telling her my story to try to gain these marks out of pity. I mean she knows I was there, I argued with her about my midterm mark.