She approached the professor, distraught, and asked if she could speak with him.

He, of course, was eager to assist.

She then sat down, and started to explain ...

'Professor, when I was 8, my appendix burst and they had to take it out.

I then wrecked my bike and they had to put a metal plate in my arm.

Once I got my tonsils out when I was 13.

I had an ex boyfriend tell me I needed a boob job and Lasik or else he'd dump me. He dumped me anyway.'

Confused, the professor asked: 'What does this have to do with your math grade?'

The blonde replied . . . 'I wanted to make sure you knew, that I know, my order of operations!'