Angry, Young, and Poor.
Well, I finished my paper last night around 11. I handed it in to my teacher today and he asked,
"Are you taking the final on Wednesday or Friday?"
'Oh, Friday,' I replied.
"Ah, in that case, I am putting yours on the bottom of the pile. I don't need to correct it for an extra two days!" said Professor Shieh as he lifted a pile of about 20 papers, placed mine on the desk, then placed the pile atop.
Son of a bitch. I could have slacked off for a few more days and it wouldn't have made a bit of a difference. More importantly,
I could have been further in Need for Speed: Underground than Glenn has gotten. Sons of bitches.
When I went to hand in my paper, I parked in the Fontaine parking lot. Technically as a student I am not authorized to park there. Since the lot was only about 1/10th occupied, I saw no harm in taking one parking spot for a maximum duration of two minutes.
I walked in the building, ascended two floors, handed in my paper, descended, exited building, BOOM! Parking ticket beneath my driver's side windshield wiper. WHAT THE HELL? The worst part was that there was not even a Marist security guard or vehicle in sight. What happened? Were they hiding in the bushes waiting for me to come, sprinted out the second I was inside, left me a $75 parking ticket, and ran back to the safety of the shrubs?
::sigh::
"Are you taking the final on Wednesday or Friday?"
'Oh, Friday,' I replied.
"Ah, in that case, I am putting yours on the bottom of the pile. I don't need to correct it for an extra two days!" said Professor Shieh as he lifted a pile of about 20 papers, placed mine on the desk, then placed the pile atop.
Son of a bitch. I could have slacked off for a few more days and it wouldn't have made a bit of a difference. More importantly,
I could have been further in Need for Speed: Underground than Glenn has gotten. Sons of bitches.
When I went to hand in my paper, I parked in the Fontaine parking lot. Technically as a student I am not authorized to park there. Since the lot was only about 1/10th occupied, I saw no harm in taking one parking spot for a maximum duration of two minutes.
I walked in the building, ascended two floors, handed in my paper, descended, exited building, BOOM! Parking ticket beneath my driver's side windshield wiper. WHAT THE HELL? The worst part was that there was not even a Marist security guard or vehicle in sight. What happened? Were they hiding in the bushes waiting for me to come, sprinted out the second I was inside, left me a $75 parking ticket, and ran back to the safety of the shrubs?
::sigh::