I have bad luck. No shock there.

I have the worst luck with men. I have dated two this year, which is a lot for me, and my luck just doesn't seem to exist. I know it's not about luck. It's about finding the one God has for me. I am just tired of kissing frogs. I am tired of dating people who are not the one for me. I would rather not date at all! Ugh, it's so frustrating. It's all very simple to me. Either you like me or you don't. Either you want to be with me or you don't. It's. Very. Simple. If you don't like me and don't want to be with me, say so. That's simple too. I would rather you decide that you don't like me and want virtually nothing to do with me than be a coward and string me along because that's whats easier for you, when really, that's not easy for anybody. Be a big boy. Tell the truth. Tell me what's up. I am a big girl and I can take it. Don't make me feel like there is something wrong with me or I have done something wrong when neither of those is the case. Nobody has done anything wrong- we just aren't meant to be! Again, simple, simple, simple!

I Don't Understand Men

I think my title pretty much sums it all up.

In other news, I am catching up on my Army Wives seasons, I have recently gotten into The Client List, and my room desperately needs to be cleaned. You know, I really don't mind cleaning once I get started, but getting started is the hard part. There are so many things I would rather be doing- watching tv, staring at FB, listening to my iPod, reading a book. But you know what else? There has never been a better motivator for cleaning than having studying that needs to be done. When I have homework to do or a test to study for, I am suddenly in the mood for some serious cleaning. I mean, lift the furniture, clean out the gutters serious deep cleaning. I guess that's the only thing I hate worse than cleaning. I have never been a studious student. I don't know how to study and it shows. I get my work done and I get decent grades, but my grades aren't what they could be if I put forth more effort. I just don't want to. Anyways, the semester is almost over. My college days are almost over. My study days are almost over. This blog post is officially over.

School Sucks

Last week I had a major research/case study paper due. The class was Public Relations Theory and what we had to do was find a PR practitioner who could give us a PR problem he or she was having and we had to apply two of our theories to said problem to solve it. I chose my aunt who has a Masters in Communications and 10 years experience. She gave me the Nestle Nutrition Institute who provides feeding solutions to hospitals for a variety of patients. I won't go into the details of the problem because that's not what my post is about. Well, after I got my problem I went to my parent's house, two hours away, so that my mom could help me write my paper. I had never done a research paper and I needed help. I drove down after class last Tuesday, worked on the paper. I came home Wednesday morning so I could take a test in one of my classes, finished the test and went back to SC, worked on the paper that night. I came home early Thursday morning to attend class and turn my paper in that afternoon. I turned in the paper and breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

Fast forward to yesterday, Tuesday, morning. I checked my email and I had a message from my PR Theory professor. She told me she needed to see my about my paper as soon as possible. I went to her office and learned that part of my paper is considered plagiarized. The paper needed to have information  about the organization, Nestle. I found exactly what I wanted in my paper on the website and copied and pasted it into my document. Without thinking, I failed to cite the source. I wasn't trying to pass the information from the website off as my own work; I simply failed to cite my source. My professor understands that I didn't do this intentionally and she is not going to report me to the Dean. However, my paper fails which means that in order to pass this class, a class with only three grades, I need to make at least a 91 on the final exam.

Mostly, I'm just embarrassed that I made this mistake. I am better than this. I don't plagiarize- I do my own work! It's infuriating to think that a lack of two of these " can ruin my whole semester where this class is concerned. This means I might have to take this class again. That means I wasted this whole semester in this class and have nothing to show for it but plagiarized work. This means I probably won't graduate when planned. It's frustrating and embarrassing and infuriating.

I think I'm ok with it. My parents and my aunt were more up-in-arms about it than I was. I mean, I understand that I made a mistake and with every mistake there is a consequence. I don't even know that I disagree that the punishment fits the crime. Honestly, I think I just chock it up to "that's life." Life isn't fair. Sometimes, life flat-out sucks and this is one of those times. Now I have to suck it up and study my butt off to make an A on this test. I'm frustrated, but that's the choice I have. If I want to succeed, I know what I have to do.