Alraight...
I got a 70 on my macro midterm which to me is amazing considering how little i've done and how royally screwed i thought i was. So yay! maybe this will push me to work a little harder now that things dont look so hopeless! i think it will! I have my QM midterm coming up. I know... i'll get tutored in it for 4 hours and ace the fucker. 16$ whatever. nice. got me tutors. thursday and friday. i'll be prepared for once. i'm all pumped. *cough* whats this? uhhhh... i cant seem to stop shaking. I go to school clinic, 'can i see a doctor or something' (*still vibrating) "oh sure, in 2 and a half hours" ..... ok, nevermind. I'll just go home. but i think i'll need a little sit down first to prepare myself for going outside again on the coldest fucking day of the year. Sit. Pass out. Woken by two angels. "are you all right?"
"No."
they practically carry me back to the clinic. "He really doesnt look good, maybe he should stay here till someone can see him, so you can keep an eye on him and make sure he doesnt pass out.
"...thats the one that was in here earlier..." whispers one receptionist to the other seemingly in disgust.
The girls drop me off i thank them, ask if theyre nurses. yup. thank them again. another nurse comes out ang gets me in about 5 minutes. *sad chuckle* checks me out, puts me in a romm on a bed with a Blanket. I had been wishing for a blanket... Doctor sees me. Yeah, you're sick. Take this. something like namonia or something. You can go now. woo hoo. take bus home, luckily some advil a friend gave me earlier kicked in and the fever had died down. get home. sleep till my tutor calls me. "could we do it tomorrow at 8 o'clock instead?" Hah. Sorry, no.. dont think thats possible. actually, forget the whole thing, i'm pretty much dying, i dont think i'll be making it in to school any time soon. "oh, well you wont get a refund"
"whatever."
"No."
they practically carry me back to the clinic. "He really doesnt look good, maybe he should stay here till someone can see him, so you can keep an eye on him and make sure he doesnt pass out.
"...thats the one that was in here earlier..." whispers one receptionist to the other seemingly in disgust.
The girls drop me off i thank them, ask if theyre nurses. yup. thank them again. another nurse comes out ang gets me in about 5 minutes. *sad chuckle* checks me out, puts me in a romm on a bed with a Blanket. I had been wishing for a blanket... Doctor sees me. Yeah, you're sick. Take this. something like namonia or something. You can go now. woo hoo. take bus home, luckily some advil a friend gave me earlier kicked in and the fever had died down. get home. sleep till my tutor calls me. "could we do it tomorrow at 8 o'clock instead?" Hah. Sorry, no.. dont think thats possible. actually, forget the whole thing, i'm pretty much dying, i dont think i'll be making it in to school any time soon. "oh, well you wont get a refund"
"whatever."