Bitch Bitch Bitch...
I had an 8:30 class this morning which started my day off badly. ( I hate early classes) I wake up, exhausted, and head with Kate to campus. I get to class and get back my worksheet that I had gotten up at 1:30am to do a few days ago because I had forgotten about it. 13/20. For those of you who are not good in math that is a 65. Terrible. Absolutely Terrible.
I'm sitting in class stewing over this because the questions that I got wrong were stupid and almost everyone else in the class got the same ones wrong (I think he said the class average was an 11/20, when this guy comes into class late and sits behind me. First he starts kicking my backpack which is sitting next to me. So I move it infront of me. Then he starts nudging my chair with his feet, so I scoot my chair forward. Then he starts coughing. Not soft coughing, but loud hacking "I'm going to die and give you all my diseases" coughing right into my neck (I can actually feel the air hitting my neck) I am so discussed at this point that I am eyeing around the room to see where I can move to. He finally gets up and leaves the room for a minute so I start paying attention again.
This guy comes back with tissues. He is sitting behind me making the most discusting snot nose blows I have heard in a long time.
Bitch over. Time to study for my africa map test.
Emily