Taking a Break

I'm going to take a break from blogging about just myself, and post about someone else. This guy I know was in a fitness course last year, and the marking system went as follows:

• 50% of your final mark is based on attendance and effort.
• 20% of your final mark is based on homework completion and assignments.
• 30% of your final mark is based on your summative assignment.

Pretty straight forward, as any individual would think. The complete opposite was the truth; the average in the course was a 68% and the guy I knew had 94%. That mark is very exceptional in a course with an average of 68%.

My friend kept telling the story of how he did so well in the course, and how he was so strong, and so on. He kept telling it until someone asked him if that was the best mark in the class. He went silent. That probably wasn't the best question to ask him.

It turns out, that was the worst question to ask him:

"No, it wasn't the best mark. Do you want to know who got the best mark? The damn cripple. You know why he got the best mark? Because he showed up a little more than I did, and he worked hard on the assignments and did his homework every time. Do you want to know his mark? He got a 95. 95. One mark more than me because he showed up a little more and didn't miss his homework a couple times."

I feel sorry for the guy. In a course full of weight lifting and getting active, the guy with a broken leg got a better mark. Only because he showed up more. Moral is: don't skip.

Bad Grammar

When you have a friend who's grammar is so horrible that your eyes burn at the sight of them messaging you, you have to correct it. Most people will just correct the grammar and go on. I can't do that. Their grammar is so horrible, sometimes I don't even know what they meant. It feels like you're talking to someone who is speaking a different language. It's even worse when you're trying to be nice to them, because you don't want to ruin their day by telling them communication is spelled with two "m"s instead of one.
I spent one week putting up with the grammar mistakes, correcting them in my mind in an attempt to keep myself sane. Then, I decided the horrible grammar had to stop when they used the wrong use of the word "to". I jumped in and gave them a quick grammar lesson.

• Two: a number. "You have two feet"
• Too: replaces the words "also" and displays "in excess". "That's too weird. I like that too"
• To: THE ONE USED FOR EVERYTHING ELSE. "I went to my house today"

Immediately I apologized, telling them that I don't appreciate simple mistakes like that. Those kinds of mistakes bother me, eat at my insides, and rot my brain. Despite all that, they still kept talking to me.

A few days later, I said something to another friend, and they corrected my grammar. I really wanted to cry.