Disgust.
I'm going to post more often. I've decided.
Yesterday was draining...
I had two finals back to back, from 8am to noon. I feel pretty confident about my stagecraft final, but I'm pretty sure I failed the Theatre History exam. It's not that I wasn't prepared. I felt confident going into it, but I studied all the wrong information, and the questions were FIVE ambiguous essay questions.
After my finals, I went to work, and then directly to an emergency work meeting. My boss called 30+ college students in the middle of finals week to inform us of a terrifying situation that happened before thanksgiving break at the YMCA. I'm not at really liberty to write about it, but basically, it's a "real life" situation that scared the shit out of us all. As a result, the YMCA is implementing several new policies, and barely avoiding a big lawsuit.
Throughout the day I'd only eaten a piece of toast, some string cheese and a ton of coffee. So, when I finally got home around 9pm, I was STARVING. My roommate's shelf is above mine in the fridge, and when I opened the door, I found a pool of bloody raw-steak juice all over the food on my shelf.
I felt disgusting all day.
Right as I was about to burst into tears, Matt walked in.
Yesterday was draining...
I had two finals back to back, from 8am to noon. I feel pretty confident about my stagecraft final, but I'm pretty sure I failed the Theatre History exam. It's not that I wasn't prepared. I felt confident going into it, but I studied all the wrong information, and the questions were FIVE ambiguous essay questions.
After my finals, I went to work, and then directly to an emergency work meeting. My boss called 30+ college students in the middle of finals week to inform us of a terrifying situation that happened before thanksgiving break at the YMCA. I'm not at really liberty to write about it, but basically, it's a "real life" situation that scared the shit out of us all. As a result, the YMCA is implementing several new policies, and barely avoiding a big lawsuit.
Throughout the day I'd only eaten a piece of toast, some string cheese and a ton of coffee. So, when I finally got home around 9pm, I was STARVING. My roommate's shelf is above mine in the fridge, and when I opened the door, I found a pool of bloody raw-steak juice all over the food on my shelf.
I felt disgusting all day.
Right as I was about to burst into tears, Matt walked in.