or when you are so livid you can't see past your angry tears.
a fucking 66.
the teacher ignored the fact that the reason all but three people failed was due to the shittiness of the test and of his teaching abilities.
i would have had a 96 if test actually had fucking number eight on it, but no, be-gone, thirty points-for-one-question-on-a-twelve-question-test-because-my-test-was-not-all-there.
i was (and still am) ready to knock that bastard straight in the jaw.
at least he's giving us a retake.
asshat.
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