The Wonderful World of College.
So I get to school, thinking "Okay, I'll go to English as 11:30, then I'll be able to have lunch at 12:45 and get to the ILC by 1 to do my bloody stupid lab hours, of which I need at least two to make up for when I was sick."
At 11:25 I walk up to the second floor of the science building (don't ask) to the door of my English class.
There is a paper tacked to the door. One of THOSE papers. Class is cancelled.
Now you have to understand, I don't object to class being cancelled. I don't even like that class. What I don't like is having my entire mental schedule flipped over. it's the same thing that happened when rehearsal in cancelled at the last minute-my brain is all set for one thing, then I have to shift gears rapidly, and it doesn't always work so well. I tend to then be really distracted, and sometimes even plain confused for the rest of the day.
Needless to say, I put in over two hours in the ILC, thereby putting myself one hour ahead of where I need to be this week, so that I'll have a little grace should I get sick again (or should rehearsals get completely nutty).
By the time I had done all that, I was completely braindead as far as Math goes and I still have a section and a half to do by tomorrow, dammit, so I called Mom to tell her to pick me up and went to sit in the cafeteria. Let me tell you, despite the close quarters of the ILC, the cafeteria is a whole lot warmer (especially if you sit away from the door). Dorothy walked in about three minutes after I sat down, so we chatted while I waited fom Mom to come get me. She even helped my with the stupid equation that I could absolutely not get, for verily she is a Math geek and enjoys it.
And then I came home, showered, and still have not eaten anything since breakfast. Or started working on my Math homework again. But I am now going to grab some food and the school catalogue and see what the requiements are for getting an AA in certain subjects. And maybe turn on Lucy so I can post the story I wrote last night and work more on my Play of Much Death. Yes.
At 11:25 I walk up to the second floor of the science building (don't ask) to the door of my English class.
There is a paper tacked to the door. One of THOSE papers. Class is cancelled.
Now you have to understand, I don't object to class being cancelled. I don't even like that class. What I don't like is having my entire mental schedule flipped over. it's the same thing that happened when rehearsal in cancelled at the last minute-my brain is all set for one thing, then I have to shift gears rapidly, and it doesn't always work so well. I tend to then be really distracted, and sometimes even plain confused for the rest of the day.
Needless to say, I put in over two hours in the ILC, thereby putting myself one hour ahead of where I need to be this week, so that I'll have a little grace should I get sick again (or should rehearsals get completely nutty).
By the time I had done all that, I was completely braindead as far as Math goes and I still have a section and a half to do by tomorrow, dammit, so I called Mom to tell her to pick me up and went to sit in the cafeteria. Let me tell you, despite the close quarters of the ILC, the cafeteria is a whole lot warmer (especially if you sit away from the door). Dorothy walked in about three minutes after I sat down, so we chatted while I waited fom Mom to come get me. She even helped my with the stupid equation that I could absolutely not get, for verily she is a Math geek and enjoys it.
And then I came home, showered, and still have not eaten anything since breakfast. Or started working on my Math homework again. But I am now going to grab some food and the school catalogue and see what the requiements are for getting an AA in certain subjects. And maybe turn on Lucy so I can post the story I wrote last night and work more on my Play of Much Death. Yes.