I have had a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
To start off this craptastic day, I share with you the knowledge that I had to complete four final exams today. All in one day. My first was at eight o'clock this morning, and my last started at 7:45pm. Over the course of this day, my first final was a finite mathematics final. At 8am. Need I elaborate more on that?
I didn't get to sleep until two or so this morning and woke up at 6. Not my idea of a good time. I finished up my hellish math final and then headed over to my usual table in the Taylor Center to try and finish off my out of class essay that stood for the final exam in my History 1020 class. In addition to that essay, I had had a seven page research paper to do on a country of my choice and current events going on in that country that could be tied back to history. That particular project was completed at that point. Or so I thought. ...I'll get to that in a second.
So, I'm done with my math final, over at the Taylor Center in my usual spot getting ready to settle in to do some writing, and I realize that I've not eaten anything yet, so I figured I could ask my friend J to watch my stuff for me so I could get something from the cafeteria. I did, she said yes, so I got up to rummage in my wallet for some money to get some food, secure in the knowledge that I had about twenty-five dollars in there. Or I would have if I remembered to put it back in after having it in my pocket. So. No food. No money. And it was freezing. The idiots in charge of climate control in the buildings decided to have the AC running in the Taylor Center when it was about 40 degrees (F) outside. (I literally shivered as I typed that.)
I figured I'd just grin and bear it, so I sat back down and set to work on my final exam for my History class. By the time my other friend R got back from her final, I had ice cubes in place of my fingers, or so it felt. I put my gloves on to type, but I kept making odd mistakes, so I took them off again. I spent most of my time working on that until my next final at 1:30pm, my English Composition 1 final. That was easily done, thank God, and I finished my history final just before that final, which was good because it was due at 5pm to both Turnitin.com and to my professor's office. After I was all set, my history class-buddy T called to let me know she was on her way so we could go drop off our papers together. I was happy that I had my final done, and I was equally excited to turn in my research paper.
Until I opened the document that was supposed to contain my final draft of my research paper. It was gone. My work had disappeared to be replaced by the standard MLA header (my name, teacher's name, course, date, etc.) and the header only. Somehow, my computer had completely killed my essay all the way back to its origins. I was five seconds from crying. I had already had problems with my computer and the two essays for my history class, and I was sure I had fixed whatever problem it was. Apparently there was a new one I missed. I thought to myself, "Okay. Don't panic. Your teacher's a nice guy. Just tell him what happened, and that should fix it." So, I went with T up to his office to turn in our papers and talk to my teacher, and!
He wasn't there. He had a giant pile of papers outside his door in envelopes and folders and stapled together, but he was nowhere to be found. I left a message with the secretary of the history department for him to get back to me. In the meantime, I sent him a message through e-mail. While I waited for a reply to that e-mail, I went back and set to work studying for my Theatre Appreciation final. D, a girl I went to high school with and now attended the same college, was there, and I had told her what was going on as I finished typing out a review for my Theatre class. In exchange for feeding me because she is an awesome friend, I told her I could help her get her stuff to her car, and she said that she'd drive over to my car so I could ditch my unneeded stuff (like my new books for next semester OMG BOOKSTORE WHY SO EXPENSIVE?! I KNOW I'M NOT PAYING FOR IT OUT OF POCKET THANKS TO FINANCIAL AID BUT STILL WTF?!) before dropping me off by the liberal arts building where my last final was going to be.
I agreed and we took care of that. I did some last minute essay writing for my Theatre class just before we all got ready to take the final, and I breezed through that exam with a minimum of fuss. I was so freaking glad to be done with it that I got all the way out to my car before I noticed that something very vital was missing. My keys.
I couldn't find my car keys. I looked in all of my pockets, I looked in my backpack, and I even looked through my purse. Nothing. Couldn't find them. I decided retracing my steps was a good plan, so I went back through the Taylor Center, where I had stopped to look again for my missing glove (which I forgot to mention somehow grew legs and walked before my theatre final), but my keys were not there. I went back to the lib. arts building to ask my theatre teacher if I had left my keys in the room, but they weren't there either. I was having a full-blown OMGWTFBBQSPAZNAO moment at that point, but I couldn't figure out where my keys were.
Then it hit me. D. D's car. My keys are notorious for slipping out of my pockets at inopportune moments. It would be just my luck that it happened then. I WAS RIGHT. My keys were in D's car and she had gone all they way back to our shared town when I finally got a hold of her. Half an hour away. She agreed to come and bring me my keys, so I goofed around for the half hour it took her to get there, and I was so ready to go home at that point that I jumped up when I saw D and her sister and walked out after them. As I walked out, my hat fell out of my pocket, but I retrieved it almost immediately after.
I talked and joked with D and her sister on the way to our cars, my keys safe in hand and my hat clenched in my fist in my pocket (hooray for thick long hair; natural insulation for the ears). When I got to the car and bent to unlock the door, I realized something was missing.
I had left my backpack in the computer lab in the Taylor Center where I'd ended up waiting for D to come give me my keys. I grumbled and complained my way back in the building, grabbed my backpack, and grumbled and complained my way back out again. I got in my car, let it run to warm up, and set up my laptop to play Cabin Pressure before calling Mum and ranting to her.
Now.
I have ranted to you guys. I have ranted to Mum, and I am completely and utterly exhausted. BUT! I have a couple of plus-sides to this day. One: I got my books for next semester, so I don't have to worry about that. Two: .... I had number two. I don--OH! I remember now! I got that e-mail back from my history professor, and he told me I could e-mail him my paper. SO I DON'T EVEN NEED TO LEAVE THE HOUSE! YESSSSSSSS!
If you'll now excuse me, I'm going to go to sleep and not wake up until 10 or so. NIGHT!
I didn't get to sleep until two or so this morning and woke up at 6. Not my idea of a good time. I finished up my hellish math final and then headed over to my usual table in the Taylor Center to try and finish off my out of class essay that stood for the final exam in my History 1020 class. In addition to that essay, I had had a seven page research paper to do on a country of my choice and current events going on in that country that could be tied back to history. That particular project was completed at that point. Or so I thought. ...I'll get to that in a second.
So, I'm done with my math final, over at the Taylor Center in my usual spot getting ready to settle in to do some writing, and I realize that I've not eaten anything yet, so I figured I could ask my friend J to watch my stuff for me so I could get something from the cafeteria. I did, she said yes, so I got up to rummage in my wallet for some money to get some food, secure in the knowledge that I had about twenty-five dollars in there. Or I would have if I remembered to put it back in after having it in my pocket. So. No food. No money. And it was freezing. The idiots in charge of climate control in the buildings decided to have the AC running in the Taylor Center when it was about 40 degrees (F) outside. (I literally shivered as I typed that.)
I figured I'd just grin and bear it, so I sat back down and set to work on my final exam for my History class. By the time my other friend R got back from her final, I had ice cubes in place of my fingers, or so it felt. I put my gloves on to type, but I kept making odd mistakes, so I took them off again. I spent most of my time working on that until my next final at 1:30pm, my English Composition 1 final. That was easily done, thank God, and I finished my history final just before that final, which was good because it was due at 5pm to both Turnitin.com and to my professor's office. After I was all set, my history class-buddy T called to let me know she was on her way so we could go drop off our papers together. I was happy that I had my final done, and I was equally excited to turn in my research paper.
Until I opened the document that was supposed to contain my final draft of my research paper. It was gone. My work had disappeared to be replaced by the standard MLA header (my name, teacher's name, course, date, etc.) and the header only. Somehow, my computer had completely killed my essay all the way back to its origins. I was five seconds from crying. I had already had problems with my computer and the two essays for my history class, and I was sure I had fixed whatever problem it was. Apparently there was a new one I missed. I thought to myself, "Okay. Don't panic. Your teacher's a nice guy. Just tell him what happened, and that should fix it." So, I went with T up to his office to turn in our papers and talk to my teacher, and!
He wasn't there. He had a giant pile of papers outside his door in envelopes and folders and stapled together, but he was nowhere to be found. I left a message with the secretary of the history department for him to get back to me. In the meantime, I sent him a message through e-mail. While I waited for a reply to that e-mail, I went back and set to work studying for my Theatre Appreciation final. D, a girl I went to high school with and now attended the same college, was there, and I had told her what was going on as I finished typing out a review for my Theatre class. In exchange for feeding me because she is an awesome friend, I told her I could help her get her stuff to her car, and she said that she'd drive over to my car so I could ditch my unneeded stuff (like my new books for next semester OMG BOOKSTORE WHY SO EXPENSIVE?! I KNOW I'M NOT PAYING FOR IT OUT OF POCKET THANKS TO FINANCIAL AID BUT STILL WTF?!) before dropping me off by the liberal arts building where my last final was going to be.
I agreed and we took care of that. I did some last minute essay writing for my Theatre class just before we all got ready to take the final, and I breezed through that exam with a minimum of fuss. I was so freaking glad to be done with it that I got all the way out to my car before I noticed that something very vital was missing. My keys.
I couldn't find my car keys. I looked in all of my pockets, I looked in my backpack, and I even looked through my purse. Nothing. Couldn't find them. I decided retracing my steps was a good plan, so I went back through the Taylor Center, where I had stopped to look again for my missing glove (which I forgot to mention somehow grew legs and walked before my theatre final), but my keys were not there. I went back to the lib. arts building to ask my theatre teacher if I had left my keys in the room, but they weren't there either. I was having a full-blown OMGWTFBBQSPAZNAO moment at that point, but I couldn't figure out where my keys were.
Then it hit me. D. D's car. My keys are notorious for slipping out of my pockets at inopportune moments. It would be just my luck that it happened then. I WAS RIGHT. My keys were in D's car and she had gone all they way back to our shared town when I finally got a hold of her. Half an hour away. She agreed to come and bring me my keys, so I goofed around for the half hour it took her to get there, and I was so ready to go home at that point that I jumped up when I saw D and her sister and walked out after them. As I walked out, my hat fell out of my pocket, but I retrieved it almost immediately after.
I talked and joked with D and her sister on the way to our cars, my keys safe in hand and my hat clenched in my fist in my pocket (hooray for thick long hair; natural insulation for the ears). When I got to the car and bent to unlock the door, I realized something was missing.
I had left my backpack in the computer lab in the Taylor Center where I'd ended up waiting for D to come give me my keys. I grumbled and complained my way back in the building, grabbed my backpack, and grumbled and complained my way back out again. I got in my car, let it run to warm up, and set up my laptop to play Cabin Pressure before calling Mum and ranting to her.
Now.
I have ranted to you guys. I have ranted to Mum, and I am completely and utterly exhausted. BUT! I have a couple of plus-sides to this day. One: I got my books for next semester, so I don't have to worry about that. Two: .... I had number two. I don--OH! I remember now! I got that e-mail back from my history professor, and he told me I could e-mail him my paper. SO I DON'T EVEN NEED TO LEAVE THE HOUSE! YESSSSSSSS!
If you'll now excuse me, I'm going to go to sleep and not wake up until 10 or so. NIGHT!