The Best Day Ever...at least I thought it shoud be.
but I guess I was wrong.
I took the math placement exam today because transferring from Berry to WKU totally fucked over my math and foreign language crap. I got an 11 of 25...which means I have to take the supid kid section of the math class I'm required to take for my major. I feel stupid. I do. It's rare occurance that I truly fail an exam. I mean, I haven't had an algebra class since my junior year in highschool...so it could explain my lack of knowledge. At the same time though, I just simply felt and still feel stupid. I'm disappointed in myself and it generally makes me feel crappy.
On alighter note, last night was way cool.
Cortney came over and brought his Ouija board and tarot cards and stuff. The Ouija board was fraking me out though. Apparently we contacted and 5 1/2 year old boy named Cedric. He died in a fire and says "Ron" was the one that hurt him. Go ahead, be skeptics...but I know that no one was actually moving the pointer thing. Cortney believes too much in this stuff to fake it. Josh wouldn't lie to me about faking it and I know damn well that I didn't fake it. Plus, the boy would only answer certain questions. When we asked if he problems with the alphabet (because of his age), he said yes. He didn't seem to understand anything about drug or alcohol use, and he liked talking to the boys rather than me. He answered some of my questions though. Whenever we asked about his death or how he died he would move quickly to the letter "f", stay for a moment, and then moved to "goodbye" We asked if he liked to talk about his death and he immediately pointed to "no"
I don't know what happened. All I know is that the moment we had made some sort of contact, every muscle, from the base of my spine to the tops of my shoulders became so tense that I was actually having to work to relax them. I was shivering but the room wasn't cold. When I asked if "ron" was the person that hurt him, I became emotionally overwhelmed and began to tear up...for no visible or apparent reason.
It was cool, weird, and a little hard to believe. My inner skeptic says there's no way this really happened. The rest of me can't help but remember how eerie the whole thing was. Plus...Cedric says there is a heaven and hell.
But today, I'm going to wait for Josh to get home from work, hopefully he won't want to go play disc golf. I am also getting ready to go on a little ride in the country...it is a beautiful fucking day today. Warm and beautiful.
I took the math placement exam today because transferring from Berry to WKU totally fucked over my math and foreign language crap. I got an 11 of 25...which means I have to take the supid kid section of the math class I'm required to take for my major. I feel stupid. I do. It's rare occurance that I truly fail an exam. I mean, I haven't had an algebra class since my junior year in highschool...so it could explain my lack of knowledge. At the same time though, I just simply felt and still feel stupid. I'm disappointed in myself and it generally makes me feel crappy.
On alighter note, last night was way cool.
Cortney came over and brought his Ouija board and tarot cards and stuff. The Ouija board was fraking me out though. Apparently we contacted and 5 1/2 year old boy named Cedric. He died in a fire and says "Ron" was the one that hurt him. Go ahead, be skeptics...but I know that no one was actually moving the pointer thing. Cortney believes too much in this stuff to fake it. Josh wouldn't lie to me about faking it and I know damn well that I didn't fake it. Plus, the boy would only answer certain questions. When we asked if he problems with the alphabet (because of his age), he said yes. He didn't seem to understand anything about drug or alcohol use, and he liked talking to the boys rather than me. He answered some of my questions though. Whenever we asked about his death or how he died he would move quickly to the letter "f", stay for a moment, and then moved to "goodbye" We asked if he liked to talk about his death and he immediately pointed to "no"
I don't know what happened. All I know is that the moment we had made some sort of contact, every muscle, from the base of my spine to the tops of my shoulders became so tense that I was actually having to work to relax them. I was shivering but the room wasn't cold. When I asked if "ron" was the person that hurt him, I became emotionally overwhelmed and began to tear up...for no visible or apparent reason.
It was cool, weird, and a little hard to believe. My inner skeptic says there's no way this really happened. The rest of me can't help but remember how eerie the whole thing was. Plus...Cedric says there is a heaven and hell.
But today, I'm going to wait for Josh to get home from work, hopefully he won't want to go play disc golf. I am also getting ready to go on a little ride in the country...it is a beautiful fucking day today. Warm and beautiful.