The test was supposed to be 37 questions. He handed it out, told us to take it an return when the classroom clock (which varies from being 5-25 minutes slow OR fast) says 5 p.m. Well, it's 4:47 right now, and the classroom clock has not yet reached 4:30. I have a feeling that when we go back he's going to give us a short answer version, since the test I took had 42 multiple choices and he promised us some short answers, but whatever. He may have even written the questions on the board before we left. However, I don't really care to research them. I think I know enough to make it up. So....here I am, updating you on my life mid-test, or post-test, who knows?
Interesting side note: as a server, you wait on a lot of people. Some interesting, some dumb, some rude, some nice, some weird. Last night was interesting. There were two girls. For four hours they were drinking. For the next hour they were making out. And for the next hour they were crying. It was their first time - no lie. We overheard them, laughed at them, cut them off, and sent them on their way. They kept us entertained on a slow, slow night. Luckily they were in my section (although I was not waiting on them) so I got a front seat show.
We also had to call the cops on the same group of people we called the cops about last week. Last week, they didn't wanna pay the tax, this week, they just decided to skip out on $26 of the bill. If you ask them, we called the cops because they were black. If you ask us, we called the cops because $26 is $26 and it's called stealing. It was fun watching the cops and a mini-riot ensue. Later we met one of the cops at Wawa and he told us we should find a better system for dealing with these people because the restuarant has had its fair share of cop calls lately. We just shrugged. It's not that we aren't intelligent enough to come up with any solutions, it's that we just don't get paid enough to care.
The last people I had were a group of 15 Indians. Now, Indians generally tip 5%-10% and are a pain in the ass. These people had a 18% gratuity on their bill and not all of them were Indian, so I took them. It was midnight and I was tired, they were trashed, and I was busy doing other work (now that the lesbians were not distracting me). They were rude, rowdy, misbehaved, but not needy. However, they left a huge mess. And when I walked into my Economics class today, who sits there but one of the dudes who had 3 Lagers then tried to short me $2 on the bill. Awesome. I wonder if he recognizes me? Doubtful. Servers are (usually) anonymous.
Anyway, I'm finished for now. I'm going to aimlessly search the web until I have to go back, if I knew WHEN to go back, that'd be stellar. Since I'm too braindead to figure it out, I will wait until the rest of the class shows up at the LeBow computer lab and leave when they leave.
After all, if the herd runs off a cliff you follow them right?
UPDATE: When I got back to the classroom, the test was in fact, over. Like I suspected (due to the "GR:_____" line underneath the name line on the test) we were instructed to switch tests with the person in front of us. We did a peer-grading session and wrote the final total of correct questions at the top of the test.
Then, the crazy professor told us to look at the person's name whose paper we were grading. If they spelled their name right, we were to add seven points to their score. How did we know if they spelled their name right...it doesn't matter, seven points for everyone!!! With that and the curve he's gonna give us, I feel like I did pretty well. Not too shabby for not studying for a 300 level Economics course. Thank goodness.
seven points for spelling your name right?!?
ReplyDeleteman, i miss college.