"Only the Beat of the Train I'm On..."
I.
being really, really stressed out atm, kind of wish professors would stop sending me cryptic half-e-mails in response to my painstakingly worded, highly nervewracking-to-me e-mails about important stuff that kind of needs to be addressed kind of in the near future.
List of people currently making my life difficult:
Dr. Matter needs to e-mail me back re: drag show
Dr. Peters re: drag show
Dr. Widman re: course equivalents
Dr. Rosell re: FISHN credits
Dr. Wagoner re: course equivalents
Valasko re: study abroad (I'm just going to have to camp on her doorstep again, I know it)
Dr. Braxton re: scheduling sign-off
The study abroad application is due to-day, argh. I need to call Mama and see if she will pay for it or whether I will have to get an extension to mail in a cheque.
I need to start the first draft of my 15-page research paper, I should outline my response paper for history, and there aren't any other writings that I can really do right now but STILL, anyway I just finally managed to beat my anthropology paper into submission.
Also, the anthro professor from hell told us this morning that part of the reason Western culture sucks is because we distance ourselves from birth and stick our grandparents in homes. Fuck you, lady, my nana had to be in a home because they had better access to care for things that we couldn't help with. Also, respite care is incredibly important because some people have shit going on and literally can't deal with the added pressure of taking care of an elderly and sick relative.
Also:
Her: OH HI SOUJIN.
Me: ^^ Hi, I'm just trying to find a stapler--
Her: THEY'RE EVERYWHERE. HERE'S ONE IN MY OFFICE USE IT.
Me: --It's out of staples.
Her: NO IT'S NOT YOU'RE JUST DOING IT WRONG.
It: *is out of staples*
Her: *glares at me accusingly*
Me: Heh, sorry, that's pretty much been the story of my morning.
Her: I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR ANY STUDENTS' MORNINGS, DON'T EVEN TALK TO ME. I'M HAVING A MORNING OF MY OWN. I'M WEARING MY BLACK STONE NECKLACE FOR PEACE, SO DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME HOW BAD YOUR MORNING'S GOING.
Me: ok i'll just use the secretary's stapler do you want my paper now?
Her: NO GIVE IT TO ME IN CLASS NOW GO AWAY I HAVE TO GO POTTY. <--direct quote
Me: *hides in classroom*
She is so loud, you giez. ;____; She speaks like four times about normal volume and it makes me so twitchy, I can't even. She yells.
Luckily, the pottery shop is letting random-ass students (a.k.a. me) come in and make bowls for a few hours this afternoon, so I am going to try and hide and relax there for a little while before my drag show audition.
I just want Easter to be here. I have enormous faith that things will get better once we're out of Lent. This is the time of suffering. Soon it will be full of joy, and joy will temper the crazy things. I can handle this. I just need to take deep breaths. And Dr. Miller, who is on sabbatical, came to lunch, and I said hi to him and he hugged me! And so did Dr. Hutto, the professor I want to be my adopted grandpa. He lifted me right onto my toes and asked if I was still writing poetry! And that made me feel warm all over.
being really, really stressed out atm, kind of wish professors would stop sending me cryptic half-e-mails in response to my painstakingly worded, highly nervewracking-to-me e-mails about important stuff that kind of needs to be addressed kind of in the near future.
List of people currently making my life difficult:
Dr. Matter needs to e-mail me back re: drag show
Dr. Peters re: drag show
Dr. Widman re: course equivalents
Dr. Rosell re: FISHN credits
Dr. Wagoner re: course equivalents
Valasko re: study abroad (I'm just going to have to camp on her doorstep again, I know it)
Dr. Braxton re: scheduling sign-off
The study abroad application is due to-day, argh. I need to call Mama and see if she will pay for it or whether I will have to get an extension to mail in a cheque.
I need to start the first draft of my 15-page research paper, I should outline my response paper for history, and there aren't any other writings that I can really do right now but STILL, anyway I just finally managed to beat my anthropology paper into submission.
Also, the anthro professor from hell told us this morning that part of the reason Western culture sucks is because we distance ourselves from birth and stick our grandparents in homes. Fuck you, lady, my nana had to be in a home because they had better access to care for things that we couldn't help with. Also, respite care is incredibly important because some people have shit going on and literally can't deal with the added pressure of taking care of an elderly and sick relative.
Also:
Her: OH HI SOUJIN.
Me: ^^ Hi, I'm just trying to find a stapler--
Her: THEY'RE EVERYWHERE. HERE'S ONE IN MY OFFICE USE IT.
Me: --It's out of staples.
Her: NO IT'S NOT YOU'RE JUST DOING IT WRONG.
It: *is out of staples*
Her: *glares at me accusingly*
Me: Heh, sorry, that's pretty much been the story of my morning.
Her: I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR ANY STUDENTS' MORNINGS, DON'T EVEN TALK TO ME. I'M HAVING A MORNING OF MY OWN. I'M WEARING MY BLACK STONE NECKLACE FOR PEACE, SO DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME HOW BAD YOUR MORNING'S GOING.
Me: ok i'll just use the secretary's stapler do you want my paper now?
Her: NO GIVE IT TO ME IN CLASS NOW GO AWAY I HAVE TO GO POTTY. <--direct quote
Me: *hides in classroom*
She is so loud, you giez. ;____; She speaks like four times about normal volume and it makes me so twitchy, I can't even. She yells.
Luckily, the pottery shop is letting random-ass students (a.k.a. me) come in and make bowls for a few hours this afternoon, so I am going to try and hide and relax there for a little while before my drag show audition.
I just want Easter to be here. I have enormous faith that things will get better once we're out of Lent. This is the time of suffering. Soon it will be full of joy, and joy will temper the crazy things. I can handle this. I just need to take deep breaths. And Dr. Miller, who is on sabbatical, came to lunch, and I said hi to him and he hugged me! And so did Dr. Hutto, the professor I want to be my adopted grandpa. He lifted me right onto my toes and asked if I was still writing poetry! And that made me feel warm all over.