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Sam and I have made a habit of calling each other pet names like "sweetheart" and "honeybunches". people think it's funny.
so, yeah, things are happening. I completely forgot I had a religious studies exam yesterday. I really couldn't answer any of it. I spent the class period trying to salvage it but couldn't. I had been meeting with the professor frequently to go over the material, and I wrote a note to him in the booklet apologizing for being irresponsible and hopelessly unprepared. I was very upset and stayed around for the whole class period in light tears, and since I was the last to pass in the exam and was alone in the room with the professor, he asked me how I felt about the exam, and I started to break down. we had a short discussion, and I was having some trouble talking, but he tried his best to be comforting and said we could discuss it later. we're meeting again Friday.
Mark Fidrych, a family friend and someone I've known since childhood, was killed in an accident. my father in particular was close to him, and he's been taking it very hard. there's a memorial service today.
in more positive news, I was judged first place for the school's poetry contest. I'm supposed to attend the honors convocation next week, dress nice, and accept the award and cash prize. I wanted to look at the other two placed entries so badly, and I ran around campus trying to find someone who might have copies of them. I eventually did and read them. they're three very different styles of writing. mine was very straightforward in basic font, the others had a little custom font, and theirs were much briefer than mine.
I'm trying to get a full-time job at Gamestop for the summer. anything that involves interaction with people is good with me. they said they needed help, and I haven't received a phone call yet, but I'm going to follow up soon. I really hope I get it.
Mark and I had a small argument last night, but the hostility didn't last too long. I didn't like something he had said, but I was frustrated and turned it into an argument. it wasn't a big deal, but we've never had that kind of thing before. considering how long we've known each other, to have that as our worst conflict is lucky.
that's about it for now. I have to cut this entry a little short because I have to get ready for class.
so, yeah, things are happening. I completely forgot I had a religious studies exam yesterday. I really couldn't answer any of it. I spent the class period trying to salvage it but couldn't. I had been meeting with the professor frequently to go over the material, and I wrote a note to him in the booklet apologizing for being irresponsible and hopelessly unprepared. I was very upset and stayed around for the whole class period in light tears, and since I was the last to pass in the exam and was alone in the room with the professor, he asked me how I felt about the exam, and I started to break down. we had a short discussion, and I was having some trouble talking, but he tried his best to be comforting and said we could discuss it later. we're meeting again Friday.
Mark Fidrych, a family friend and someone I've known since childhood, was killed in an accident. my father in particular was close to him, and he's been taking it very hard. there's a memorial service today.
in more positive news, I was judged first place for the school's poetry contest. I'm supposed to attend the honors convocation next week, dress nice, and accept the award and cash prize. I wanted to look at the other two placed entries so badly, and I ran around campus trying to find someone who might have copies of them. I eventually did and read them. they're three very different styles of writing. mine was very straightforward in basic font, the others had a little custom font, and theirs were much briefer than mine.
I'm trying to get a full-time job at Gamestop for the summer. anything that involves interaction with people is good with me. they said they needed help, and I haven't received a phone call yet, but I'm going to follow up soon. I really hope I get it.
Mark and I had a small argument last night, but the hostility didn't last too long. I didn't like something he had said, but I was frustrated and turned it into an argument. it wasn't a big deal, but we've never had that kind of thing before. considering how long we've known each other, to have that as our worst conflict is lucky.
that's about it for now. I have to cut this entry a little short because I have to get ready for class.