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Yeah so i fell down the stairs coming out of Khwaja's victorian poetry on tuesday and broke my ankle. "what had happened was....." lol. I slipped on a stair, cuz you know stairs and i don't get along because i have no depth persception. anyway, then my bookbag went over my head, and it had six books in it, so i flipped over and went head first down the stairs. I didn't hit my head on the bricks because the bookbag got their first, and i hit the bookbag with my head. so then i rolled over and was just layin there with my eyes shut. and these chics were like, "what happened?" blah blah and were talking to eachother and someone goes "manda fell down." it turned out to be Casey from my other Khwaja class. and she was all "do you want me to carry you?" and "i'm not gonna leave you in the middle of the sidewalk. somebody call public safety!" so public saffety came, and no it wasn't jackles, the officer every one hates but for some reason makes a lot of people pregnant despite the fact that most of us hate him. it was officer scott, whose annoying in the sense that he's always trying to help when he thinks you're in distress and you're really not. and amy came, this big busty bulldyke. it's amazing how once one of us gets hurt our 30 thousand dollar feminism goes out the window and we start wanting " a big strong public safely officer" to come get us. there's a policy that public safety is not supposed to carry anyone, but they carried me anyway. they asked me if i wanted to go to the hospital, and i was like, i don't have insurance. but all that night it hurt so bad i cried like a punk bitch. yeah so i went to see carol in the health center and she was like, hell it's broken. and i was like, fuck. but then she said i was covered under the school's health insurance, so i went straight to the orthopedic surgeon, but he was a flake. he tried to give me narcs without even reading my chart. dude, all you gotta do is read the fuckin chart and then you'll be like, o depakote. you can't have any narcotics. anyway he was writing me a script and i was like, i can't have narcotics. hell i should have been dishonest and taken them anyway and i could have made some hella cash off of them considering FUCKING AGNES SCOTT STIFFED ME ON MY FUCKING REFUND CHECK. how you gonna tell me i can take out a loan for 5g's instead of getting work study and then when it comes through apply it to the cost because you TOOK AWAY MY PELL GRANT and gave me my FEDERAL LOAN AS MY REFUND CHECK? BITCH ASS MOTHERFUCKERS. the whole purpose of the loan was to save my grandmother money. don't worry jeremiah, you'll get your check. eventually. once i pay all my other bills.