So this is why Garfield hates Mondays.
The moment I woke up I knew it was going to be a bad day. My head was throbbing insistently and my stomach felt uneasy, feelings that continued throughout the day.
Met with the college writing professor to discuss an upcoming presentation, and she gave me a lot of points to work on, so that at least will keep me busy.
Apparently I wasn't alone in my misery during Native American Lit. The sky looked dark and angry, and began thundering and pouring halfway through. Fortunately the professor recognized our tired silence for what it was, and mercifully let us out early.
Tried napping before lunch, but that doesn't exactly work with a roommate that's always watching BET.
After lunch was a test in Japanese, but that didn't go well either. Perhaps that's my own fault, but I blame the bad start.
After my last class (women's chorus), I had to traipse across campus and back several times through the rain to get my tuition paid in time for registering for classes. Then when I finally did sit down to register, two of the classes I needed to get out of the way had a prerequisite broadcasting class that I wasn't aware of and didn't have time to take. I emailed the professor and asked if he could make an exception, but have had yet to hear back from him.
Then finally, on my way back across campus, my tiny umbrella succumbed to the stress of the wind and rain and will no longer function properly.
An FML would be the initial response, but maybe in this case a F This Day would be more apt.
Met with the college writing professor to discuss an upcoming presentation, and she gave me a lot of points to work on, so that at least will keep me busy.
Apparently I wasn't alone in my misery during Native American Lit. The sky looked dark and angry, and began thundering and pouring halfway through. Fortunately the professor recognized our tired silence for what it was, and mercifully let us out early.
Tried napping before lunch, but that doesn't exactly work with a roommate that's always watching BET.
After lunch was a test in Japanese, but that didn't go well either. Perhaps that's my own fault, but I blame the bad start.
After my last class (women's chorus), I had to traipse across campus and back several times through the rain to get my tuition paid in time for registering for classes. Then when I finally did sit down to register, two of the classes I needed to get out of the way had a prerequisite broadcasting class that I wasn't aware of and didn't have time to take. I emailed the professor and asked if he could make an exception, but have had yet to hear back from him.
Then finally, on my way back across campus, my tiny umbrella succumbed to the stress of the wind and rain and will no longer function properly.
An FML would be the initial response, but maybe in this case a F This Day would be more apt.