At Long Last...I'm FREE.
I felt like a change, so I got rid of my old default. Love Faye-Faye, but the Peacemaker boys and I connect on so many more levels than Faye-Faye and I. ^_^
Whelp, I is done with my finals. Macro completely drop-kicked my ass (I know for a fact that I answered five questions right on the 50 question final, and 1 right on the departmental one
[mini rant: I'm a fucking Social Studies Education major--why do I have to take the departmental exam? Shouldn't, you know, Economics majors, only be required to take that? Or maybe Business, if you really wanted to be a dick? Why me? Teacher, assholes--TEACHER!!!!!!]...so yeah), and math wasn't too gentle either, though I did enough work that I'm guaranteed at least partial credit. I'm hoping all the extra credit I racked up in both classes will help me get a C at the very least, which is what I need because the College of Ed (who are also dicks) said so, and I'm their bitch until I graduate, so yeah. I'd really rather avoid having to retake Macro or math (or both...), since two of my three Forgiveness Policies are now taken (Finite Math and Microeconomics, respectively...Micro I'm retaking Summer A...weep for me, babies, weep for me) and I wanna save my last one for when I really desperately need it.
So now I get to wait in agonized panic for my grades to show up in our crap-tastic PantherSoft system (we're gay, we can't help it), which means the ulcer Life has been working on giving me will be getting a work-out soon.
Also, for a few hours this weekend, I was firmly convinced I was going to die. My stomach woke me up at 5 am (UNHOLY) Sunday morning and said, "Hey....might wanna get up and get friendly with the toilet, or else you're gonna be real unhappy." I was unhappy anyway, because I threw up. Violently. Mercifully short...but still violent. Put it this way--an hour later, my eyes were still crying. I was so violently ill that my ears hurt. That has never happened to me before in my life (and I'm the Queen of Stomach Viruses...or the Duchess, at least). I was starting to think I'd hurt something in my head, and I was going to start bleeding from the ears or something (leave me alone, it was 5 in the morning and I was sick and groggy). The worst part is I'd consumed a Jack and Coke a few hours prior--several hours prior, in fact--and that was the first thing to come up. And since it was more Jack than Coke, it was very not fun. And to complete the travesty, I slept maybe three hours total. Normally, I'm pretty good about not being a baby when I get sick like that, but I was real close to crawling into my mommy's bedroom and death-moaning at the foot of her bed until she woke up. Lucky for me, I'm not a punk like that. Unluckily for me...I'm not a punk like that. I'm good now, though. And I have no idea what caused it. It's a bit of a mystery....
Also of note, there was, apparently, a bomb threat at the Phew (FIU) today. Not 2 seconds after I got out of my Macro final, the Baby Gator called and asked me what was going on. To which I responded with the ever brilliant "Huh?" Turns out some retard had threatened to bomb (or something like that) one of the old, core buildings, PC, and all 4 (5?) floors had to be evacuated. On the first day of Finals Week. Those people must have been pissed; glad I didn't have a final there today--you don't fuck with a college student's final, man. That's just begging to get stabbed with a nice, (conveniently) sharp #2 pencil. In the eye.
The best part was that I wasn't even surprised to hear about the bomb threat. My response was, and I quote, "Oh! So that's why my prof said PC was closed! I was wondering...." I'm a spaz, what can I say? Or very hard to impress. One of the two.
Hmmmm....let's see, what else of my mundane life can I share with you all? Ah, yes, I finished my Substitute Workshop Saturday. The "exam" was all of 33 questions, and I would have been able to take it and pass it without having taken the class, because they were common sense questions (for example: one of them asked what the appropriate interaction with your students was; did you A: try to be their best friend and pal; B: basically try to date them; C: ignore them; or D: maintain a friendly but still professional demeanor. I rest my case). So now I just have to wait for Monday, and then I can order my transcripts. And once I get them, I get to take them downtown, hand the transcripts over so they can join the rest of my paperwork already there (assuming the retards didn't lose it, which is entirely possible), find out where I need to go to take my drug test, and once all that jazz is over and done with, I'll get my employee number, and I can start working. Hopefully, I'll be able to do at least one day before the school year ends.
Oh yeah, almost forgot--it's not $29 a day, it's $67 a day if you're nondegree, $91 if you've got a degree. So that made me happy.
Hmmm...I believe that's all I got. I'll be back in a couple days probably with details on the next chapter of Captain Mis, and maybe a Small Things update. I've decided I'd like to update Small Things at least once a month until it's done, so we'll see how that goes. Okay, now I'm done.
Whelp, I is done with my finals. Macro completely drop-kicked my ass (I know for a fact that I answered five questions right on the 50 question final, and 1 right on the departmental one
[mini rant: I'm a fucking Social Studies Education major--why do I have to take the departmental exam? Shouldn't, you know, Economics majors, only be required to take that? Or maybe Business, if you really wanted to be a dick? Why me? Teacher, assholes--TEACHER!!!!!!]...so yeah), and math wasn't too gentle either, though I did enough work that I'm guaranteed at least partial credit. I'm hoping all the extra credit I racked up in both classes will help me get a C at the very least, which is what I need because the College of Ed (who are also dicks) said so, and I'm their bitch until I graduate, so yeah. I'd really rather avoid having to retake Macro or math (or both...), since two of my three Forgiveness Policies are now taken (Finite Math and Microeconomics, respectively...Micro I'm retaking Summer A...weep for me, babies, weep for me) and I wanna save my last one for when I really desperately need it.
So now I get to wait in agonized panic for my grades to show up in our crap-tastic PantherSoft system (we're gay, we can't help it), which means the ulcer Life has been working on giving me will be getting a work-out soon.
Also, for a few hours this weekend, I was firmly convinced I was going to die. My stomach woke me up at 5 am (UNHOLY) Sunday morning and said, "Hey....might wanna get up and get friendly with the toilet, or else you're gonna be real unhappy." I was unhappy anyway, because I threw up. Violently. Mercifully short...but still violent. Put it this way--an hour later, my eyes were still crying. I was so violently ill that my ears hurt. That has never happened to me before in my life (and I'm the Queen of Stomach Viruses...or the Duchess, at least). I was starting to think I'd hurt something in my head, and I was going to start bleeding from the ears or something (leave me alone, it was 5 in the morning and I was sick and groggy). The worst part is I'd consumed a Jack and Coke a few hours prior--several hours prior, in fact--and that was the first thing to come up. And since it was more Jack than Coke, it was very not fun. And to complete the travesty, I slept maybe three hours total. Normally, I'm pretty good about not being a baby when I get sick like that, but I was real close to crawling into my mommy's bedroom and death-moaning at the foot of her bed until she woke up. Lucky for me, I'm not a punk like that. Unluckily for me...I'm not a punk like that. I'm good now, though. And I have no idea what caused it. It's a bit of a mystery....
Also of note, there was, apparently, a bomb threat at the Phew (FIU) today. Not 2 seconds after I got out of my Macro final, the Baby Gator called and asked me what was going on. To which I responded with the ever brilliant "Huh?" Turns out some retard had threatened to bomb (or something like that) one of the old, core buildings, PC, and all 4 (5?) floors had to be evacuated. On the first day of Finals Week. Those people must have been pissed; glad I didn't have a final there today--you don't fuck with a college student's final, man. That's just begging to get stabbed with a nice, (conveniently) sharp #2 pencil. In the eye.
The best part was that I wasn't even surprised to hear about the bomb threat. My response was, and I quote, "Oh! So that's why my prof said PC was closed! I was wondering...." I'm a spaz, what can I say? Or very hard to impress. One of the two.
Hmmmm....let's see, what else of my mundane life can I share with you all? Ah, yes, I finished my Substitute Workshop Saturday. The "exam" was all of 33 questions, and I would have been able to take it and pass it without having taken the class, because they were common sense questions (for example: one of them asked what the appropriate interaction with your students was; did you A: try to be their best friend and pal; B: basically try to date them; C: ignore them; or D: maintain a friendly but still professional demeanor. I rest my case). So now I just have to wait for Monday, and then I can order my transcripts. And once I get them, I get to take them downtown, hand the transcripts over so they can join the rest of my paperwork already there (assuming the retards didn't lose it, which is entirely possible), find out where I need to go to take my drug test, and once all that jazz is over and done with, I'll get my employee number, and I can start working. Hopefully, I'll be able to do at least one day before the school year ends.
Oh yeah, almost forgot--it's not $29 a day, it's $67 a day if you're nondegree, $91 if you've got a degree. So that made me happy.
Hmmm...I believe that's all I got. I'll be back in a couple days probably with details on the next chapter of Captain Mis, and maybe a Small Things update. I've decided I'd like to update Small Things at least once a month until it's done, so we'll see how that goes. Okay, now I'm done.