[006] Why Yesterday Was One of the Worst Days Ever...
So let me begin by saying that no college student should EVER have to be up before 0700. My brain is not properly functioning so if this entry isn't entirely coherent, I'm sorry.
Yesterday morning, I had my alarm set for 0930 so that I could wake up, take a shower, get some precalc homework done, and eat breakfast all before my first class at 1415 on Cook/Douglass. My alarm rang at 0900 for some ungodly reason even though it was set for 0930 so I hit snooze and went back to sleep. It went off again at 0915 so I hit snooze again. Apparently you only get two... I did not know this... Apparently the makers of Samsung phones have decided that if you want to hit snooze more than twice YOU DON'T DESERVE TO WAKE UP, YOU DUMB WHORE.
Long story short, I woke up at 1200 and panicked. I tripped all over myself and tried to quickly devise some sort of plan of action. I was doing shoddy math in my head to trying and figure out what I had time for. Now for those of you that know me, you understand that my basic math skills are severely lacking. In my head 2+2 generally equals a number somewhere around 7. I decided that my priorities were getting dressed and eating breakfast.
I was out of breakfast food...
I had one Nutrigrain bar. Actually, no, not even. Let me explain. I don't HAVE Nutrigrain bars. I'm too poor for the brand name shitty food. I have FRUIT & GRAIN BARS FROM STOP&SHOP. :D ... :]... :|...:[...>:[
So I ate one of those, tripped over my Criminal Justice text book and almost broke my face on my desk, cried for about fifteen minutes quietly to myself, and then walked over to my closet. After staring blankly at my menagerie of clothing, I finally picked out a pair of black skinny jeans, pink and yellow wedges, and an orange, pink and yellow flowered tank top. Then my jeans wouldn't go on for about ten minutes and I had to fight with them which then gave me a fat complex and I had a minor meltdown and had to go stare at myself in the mirror for fifteen like an eighth grader going through her "I hate everything about myself and I am a cow" phase.
Once I finally got past all of these obstacles, it was about 1330 and I needed to leave my house to get to Cook Campus.
On the bus ride I had to sit next to this girl who smelled as though she had never bathed a day in her life. However, he hair was wet? Maybe she just rinses herself off every few days and assumes that counts as showering? Use soap, people. Please, for the love of everything and everyone alive USE SOAP.
I finally get to Animal Reproduction and my pen dies halfway through lecture. So I sat quietly and paid attention to lecture, taking down key points on my phone's memo feature to look up in my text book later on.
Then I had a major panic attack.
I realized, while sitting in my class, that I had a quiz and homework due in my precalc class at 1610. I didn't have my completed homework assignment or my graphing calculator for my quiz. My class wouldn't let out until 1535 and there wasn't nearly enough time for my to run home to College Ave. and pick up my things to get back on time. So I finally decided that since my day was already fucked, I was just going to go to the Animal Science Club Fest at the Roundhouse instead of precalc. Why sit through the humiliation of my recitation where I was going to fail two assignments when I could go relax?
Class let out and I walked over to the Roundhouse and hung out with a few friends from The Society of Animal Science (which I am a proud member of :]) And then a few representatives from Mounted Patrol showed up. I had my Mounted Patrol written exam later that night so I went over to try and get a heads up. I talked to Elissa Nagy who I had spoken to through email correspondence a few times and found out that the riding test (which I have to take if I passed my written) invloved English style tacking. For those of you who don't know horse jargon, there are two main riding disciplines: English and Western. They have different riding styles and different tack (saddle, bridle, etc.). I am classically trained as a Western rider and have never tacked English before in my life though I have ridden English about... twice? Shit.
So I have three or four friends helping me learn English tack over the next week...
I went off to choir which was basically the only time all day that I didn't want to set myself on fire, and then went home to study for my Mounted Patrol exam. I changed clothes, watched youtube videos about horse anatomy and watched some stuff on English discipline.
I went to the exam at 2100.
When I got to the Public Safety building I realized I had no clue where I was going. Luckily there was a CSO in the lobby who directed me to this shady looking back room where I took the exam.
It was fucking hard and I did awful. On the bright side, I probably won't need to learn that English tack now...
So after waiting for the EE bus to pick me up for 25minutes, I finally got home around 2230 and realized that I didn't have my keys on me. I left them on my other pair of pants when I changed before the exam. Luckily, the living room window was open and one of my housemates was inside watching It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia. She let me in and I thought "Wow, that was lucky!". Until I got about half way up the stairs and realized that was I also locked out of my room...
I live on the second floor of my house at school and my windows were all locked anyway. I have molding along the outself of my door so the credit card trick doesn't work. I called in reinforcements.
I phoned my friend, Bill, because I knew that if anyone had any knowledge about lockpicking it would probably be him. He's an odd character. So he came over around 2300 and worked on my door for damn near an hour before informing me that I had purchased "a very good lock" and that he couldn't get it open. He broke about four bobbypins in the process.
Defeated, I called my mother and woke her up to let her know of my fate. She scoffed at me and kindly offered to drive my spare keys up to me early in the morning.
So here I am, at 0739, writing an entry because I've been up since 0630 when my mom came to drop off my keys after a long, painful night of sleeping on my couch in a ball.
In summation:
