me = relieved
So today was D-Day. (aka "Tell Your Roommate You're Moving Out In November Day")
All I can say is God is basically the coolest ever. I prayed all week that for some reason when I told Ann I was moving out, she would be like "Yeah I do, too.." but I figured since she's so "Whatever" about everything she wouldn't feel that way and, although she would hopefully understand, she probably wouldn't admit to wanting a new roommate, too. So... this morning... it's like 8:45.. I knew I wouldn't get another chance to talk to her this afternoon so I was just like "Okay I'm gonna do it.." and I started to tell her.. like literally all I'd gotten out was "This is gonna be hard for me to say, but... in November..." and she was like "You want a roommate change, don't you?" which I started to take as a bad thing.. but I said yes anyway... and she was like "I do, too." HOLY JUMPING LEAPTOADS. I was like omg REALLY?! I mean really, how cool is God for working that out? Apparently, she picked up on the fact that we don't communicate worth crap (imagine that).. I mean it's not really my fault or hers- we're just polar opposites, and we're cool with that. There's no way that everybody is compatible with everybody in a living situation. And as much as Residential Life tries to tell you that all these psychological tests are going to put you with your "best roommate," that's bull. So... in November one of us will be staying in the room we're in now, and one of us will be moving out... we're not sure which yet, though. But... I have a feeling I'll be staying put bc Shelley (Lexi's roommate who also took it surprisingly well) would rather not move out of her current room. But.. we'll see. Lexi and I really wanna be on the second floor bc we have more friends there... but in the end, I don't care whose room I'm in as long as I'm rooming with Lexi.
In other news... well there really isn't any... but for those of you who know how freaked out I was about my first English test I took last week... (update- I'm in English 300 which is Medieval Lit/Chaucer and I'm the only freshman with mostly seniors who are English majors and I was totally freaked about the first test bc, hello, this is higher level stuff and we're basically responsible for knowing everything that falls out of the professor's mouth) ... yeah totally got a 95. That was also the highest grade in the class. WTH. Like... Professor Morgan waited until the LAST possible second to give us our tests back, and during our break he said that the grades ranged from 77 1/2 to 95.. so I was like well that's just great, you just told the whole class that I got a 77 1/2. Thanks. bc really- I expected that.. there was no way in heck that I could have gotten an A- not only is it the first test, but it's a higher level English than ANYONE else I know is in... I mean I'm aware that I did really well in AP, but... there's still a difference, ya know? So... he hands back the tests and I'm like yeah you can just keep that bc I'd rather not be handed a piece of paper with a low C on it, thanks very much. (Of course I didn't say that out loud though.) So I open it up expecting to see ugliness staring back at me in the form of a C... and what stares back at me but a freaking 95. *!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!* I basically did a happy dance... but in my head. And then thought "How the hell did I do this?!" I mean there are English gurus in there... and I know English was a strong subject for me in high school, but I am no guru. Nor am I an English major. Nor am I terribly good at understanding Southeast Midland dialect (original dialect of Canterbury Tales, which we are reading). So... yet again, God reallllly came through with that one. Not that I didn't expect Him to... but I didn't expect a solid A by any means. So... yeah. I'm a happy person.
And I've gotta run... I've got a recital to be at in 15 minutes, and then I'm going home for the weekend! :D = really good food and shopping and David Gentino in Sunday school. HECK YES.
♥
All I can say is God is basically the coolest ever. I prayed all week that for some reason when I told Ann I was moving out, she would be like "Yeah I do, too.." but I figured since she's so "Whatever" about everything she wouldn't feel that way and, although she would hopefully understand, she probably wouldn't admit to wanting a new roommate, too. So... this morning... it's like 8:45.. I knew I wouldn't get another chance to talk to her this afternoon so I was just like "Okay I'm gonna do it.." and I started to tell her.. like literally all I'd gotten out was "This is gonna be hard for me to say, but... in November..." and she was like "You want a roommate change, don't you?" which I started to take as a bad thing.. but I said yes anyway... and she was like "I do, too." HOLY JUMPING LEAPTOADS. I was like omg REALLY?! I mean really, how cool is God for working that out? Apparently, she picked up on the fact that we don't communicate worth crap (imagine that).. I mean it's not really my fault or hers- we're just polar opposites, and we're cool with that. There's no way that everybody is compatible with everybody in a living situation. And as much as Residential Life tries to tell you that all these psychological tests are going to put you with your "best roommate," that's bull. So... in November one of us will be staying in the room we're in now, and one of us will be moving out... we're not sure which yet, though. But... I have a feeling I'll be staying put bc Shelley (Lexi's roommate who also took it surprisingly well) would rather not move out of her current room. But.. we'll see. Lexi and I really wanna be on the second floor bc we have more friends there... but in the end, I don't care whose room I'm in as long as I'm rooming with Lexi.
In other news... well there really isn't any... but for those of you who know how freaked out I was about my first English test I took last week... (update- I'm in English 300 which is Medieval Lit/Chaucer and I'm the only freshman with mostly seniors who are English majors and I was totally freaked about the first test bc, hello, this is higher level stuff and we're basically responsible for knowing everything that falls out of the professor's mouth) ... yeah totally got a 95. That was also the highest grade in the class. WTH. Like... Professor Morgan waited until the LAST possible second to give us our tests back, and during our break he said that the grades ranged from 77 1/2 to 95.. so I was like well that's just great, you just told the whole class that I got a 77 1/2. Thanks. bc really- I expected that.. there was no way in heck that I could have gotten an A- not only is it the first test, but it's a higher level English than ANYONE else I know is in... I mean I'm aware that I did really well in AP, but... there's still a difference, ya know? So... he hands back the tests and I'm like yeah you can just keep that bc I'd rather not be handed a piece of paper with a low C on it, thanks very much. (Of course I didn't say that out loud though.) So I open it up expecting to see ugliness staring back at me in the form of a C... and what stares back at me but a freaking 95. *!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!* I basically did a happy dance... but in my head. And then thought "How the hell did I do this?!" I mean there are English gurus in there... and I know English was a strong subject for me in high school, but I am no guru. Nor am I an English major. Nor am I terribly good at understanding Southeast Midland dialect (original dialect of Canterbury Tales, which we are reading). So... yet again, God reallllly came through with that one. Not that I didn't expect Him to... but I didn't expect a solid A by any means. So... yeah. I'm a happy person.
And I've gotta run... I've got a recital to be at in 15 minutes, and then I'm going home for the weekend! :D = really good food and shopping and David Gentino in Sunday school. HECK YES.
♥