Worst Week Ever

I found out today I failed my Latin qual AGAIN. I don't know what more they expect me to do. Last time I failed they told me that I was really close, so naturally I took that to mean that they wanted me to take more classes. So I took more classes - and I might add, I took more Latin INSTEAD of classes that I'm actually interested in, on subjects that might actually matter to my professional career. So I'm doing all this Latin bullshit at the cost of everything else, I took the survey courses, I took not one, but two prose composition classes - one of which was not even required - and I spent last semester spending 2-3 hours every week on Friday afternoons reading some extra Latin poetry. THERE IS NOTHING MORE I COULD DO FOR SOMETHING I HATE. You might as well ask me to throw in some neuroscience while I'm at it. It's a waste of my fucking time. Not only that, I actually think there's nothing else I could do PERIOD. Insisting that it's still not good enough is basically like telling me that I should leave the program.

So I got the message at 12, had to teach a class at 12:10 (when all I wanted to do is go home and cry) and at 1 I had to take another Latin test (midterm for class) - you know, after just hearing that I suck. And that midterm was the world's longest exam. What was supposed to be 1.5 hour exam got cropped a lot, but it still took me 2 hours to get through it.

So in conclusion:
Monday - the bat fiasco
Tuesday - computer broke
Wednesday - parking ticket
Thursday - see above

The worst part is the week still isn't over.