Now Iím not going to criticize my professorís lesson plansĖIíll leave that for Satan. But I must say that I no longer feel excited and energized about earning points for completing assignments and taking tests in my classes, because I finally realized that I donít know what the hell a point even is. Like whatís the unit of a point? What kind of scale are we talking about here? Professors are always like, ďWell, you better do well on this paper, because itís worth fifty points,Ē but itís like, so what? Am I supposed to be impressed by this figure? ďOh, heavens to Betsy, fifty points! Fifty fucking points! Thatís way more points than ten or twenty!Ē Really, though, what the hell am I going to do with fifty points? Do I receive valuable coupons upon receiving a set number of them? Are they redeemable for prizes? Hell no. All you get to do is feel bad about the points that you didnít earn. But you know what? Iím sick of going on these insane educational scavenger hunts to collect these things. Iím going to tell my professors that they can keep their precious points, and that Iíll give them a few points of my own if they want to go ahead and kiss my ass.
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