Three down, one to go...
So I just finished my Psychology exam, which I'm expecting a mid-level B on--I'd be quite happy with that outcome. I earned an abysmal 64 on my Calculus exam (thus failing the class...I suck at math), and got a nice B on my Bio exam. All that remains is Sociology tomorrow morning, which is going to be a beastly exam...but I'll manage. And then after that, I'm done with this god-forsaken semester. Unfortunately I found out tonight that I'm not coming home until Thursday...but it's just a few more days.
On a completely different note, I checked my mail today and found a small white box, with a return address in "Young America, MN 55553." Not having expected any packages from Minnesota, I walked up the five flights of stairs to my room and, bewildered, opened the package to find...a free sample condom, and a letter from Trojan Consumer Relations indicating that I had, in fact, requested it. So now I was confused. I thought maybe one night when I had been gloriously drunk I had somehow found the coherency to order this sample and then forgotten, but the website did not appear in my history. So I went off to take my Psychology exam thoroughly confused, wondering who the hell was sending me contraceptives. Shortly after returning to my dorm my roommate got home from work, and I related the story to him...at which point he burst into laughter.
My ambiguously gay half-Mexican roommate is sending me condoms. I'm scared.
On a completely different note, I checked my mail today and found a small white box, with a return address in "Young America, MN 55553." Not having expected any packages from Minnesota, I walked up the five flights of stairs to my room and, bewildered, opened the package to find...a free sample condom, and a letter from Trojan Consumer Relations indicating that I had, in fact, requested it. So now I was confused. I thought maybe one night when I had been gloriously drunk I had somehow found the coherency to order this sample and then forgotten, but the website did not appear in my history. So I went off to take my Psychology exam thoroughly confused, wondering who the hell was sending me contraceptives. Shortly after returning to my dorm my roommate got home from work, and I related the story to him...at which point he burst into laughter.
My ambiguously gay half-Mexican roommate is sending me condoms. I'm scared.