I used to be a grader and an occasional substitute prof for an introductory astronomy lab. That means that the majority of the people in this lab are only taking it because it’s a requirement and about half of them think it’s an astrology class.

I was grading midterms and this one girl. She was so nice and I think she was a business major. Fuck. The question on the midterm was to draw a diagram of the solar system and this poor girl. This fucking girl had drawn a Mars-centric solar system. As in every planet and the sun were orbiting Mars. I now actually have a custom Cards Againsy Humanity card I got at a con that says “A Mars-centric solar system”

I had a boy argue with me that there was liquid water on the moon (this was around when they had found liquid water on Mars in ~2015) and he wouldn’t believe me that he likely meant Mars and not the moon. After I marked his answer to the relevant lab question wrong, he took it to the department head who had promptly laughed him out of the office.

And there was another boy who, during a lab in our observatory where we would look at certain things in the sky, asked where the sun was. At 10pm in November. After some questioning it was revealed that he thought the moon and the sun were the same thing.

It was brought to my attention that I might be experiencing an ectopic pregnancy so now I get to cry on the bathroom floor for the next 15 minutes waiting for this fuckin piss test

I am letting the Karen in me out this morning on this fuckin hospital and they deserve every bit of it

Thinking abt doing a review bomb on the er that made me have a seizure on the lobby floor and sent me home when I was going through DTs because that shit could have fucking killed me and they’re not gonna give a shit unless they’re publicly shamed about it

I took an adderall and went shopping and did my taxes and filled out more disability paperwork and called a lawyer about it and got gas and the mail and I did all of it before noon what the fuck is this what it’s supposed to fucking be like???? Shit is this easy for y’all??? God damn. God fucking damn it I’m pissed I’ve been on hard mode this WHOLE FUCKING TIME????

I found god in a hopeless place

Putting quarters in Mothman’s asscrack until I get a citation day #3

Man at the bar on Saturday night, Craigville, Minnesota in 1937