my boyfriend's back and you're gonna be in trouble, hey nah hey nah...
I have returned from LA. :( Oh how I miss Disneyland already. I'll write about my trip later when I'm not so tired. My plane got in last night around 9:30. Today was really hard to get through.
And of course, the flaky french teacher strikes again! So like a good girl, I got up for class today at 8 to give myself extra time to study for my makeup test at 10. When I got to class the teacher came in, did not give his usual "bonjour" and just began writing this long ass paragraph on the board. I asked the girl next to me if it had anything to do with the test and she said yes. So Vanessa and I (the other girl who had to miss the test) raised our hands to see if we should leave the room. He said "no, after class." The rest of the class looked just as confused as we did. A few seconds later, it must have donned on him what we asked because all of a sudden he was like "yes, leave the room" and something about after class. So we spent the next 50 minutes in the cold, straight-out-of-the-70's hallway of the psychology building waiting to be called back in. It seems it took the entire class period to discuss the test so when everyone was leaving Vanessa and I came back in, hoping to finally get this stupid test out of the way.
Did we get to take the test? NO! Did he look at us like we were crazy? YES! He said "no you cannot take it now, i have another class. you will take it on friday in my office from 3-4." Why would he ask us to wait outside? Why did I get up early to study for a test I didn't take? Yes, I think these are good questions too.
I don't even know where this guy's office is, a phone number or even an email address. His last name might be Lissou. Which means I'll have to talk to him again for details. *angry donald duck stance*
Leaving french fuming has become too much of a habit for me. I hopped on my bike and started pedaling for stats. Somewhere along the mall Emilie Brille came up beside me on her bike. I was telling her the whole french catastrophe and pedaling along (with my sore throat from screaming bloody murder on the rides) when I caught someone looking at me. I'm pretty sure it was Drew's girlfriend Emily but her hair was done up in all these crazy braids so I wasn't sure. I wanted to smile back but I probably just looked confused because my brain can't pedal with a sore throat, tell a terrible story about my french teacher and recognize someone all at the same time. By the time I got to stats my throat was really hurting and I did not feel like sitting through the lecture AT ALL, but I did.
For lunch Stephanie and I went up to the Cactus Grill for clam chowder filled bread bowls. My throat was very happy going back and forth between hot creamy soup and a cold soda.
And to top it all off there was no quiz in accounting! I wish I wouldn't have brought my homework with me on my trip. Sheesh, what are these teachers trying to do to me? Make me learn?
And of course, the flaky french teacher strikes again! So like a good girl, I got up for class today at 8 to give myself extra time to study for my makeup test at 10. When I got to class the teacher came in, did not give his usual "bonjour" and just began writing this long ass paragraph on the board. I asked the girl next to me if it had anything to do with the test and she said yes. So Vanessa and I (the other girl who had to miss the test) raised our hands to see if we should leave the room. He said "no, after class." The rest of the class looked just as confused as we did. A few seconds later, it must have donned on him what we asked because all of a sudden he was like "yes, leave the room" and something about after class. So we spent the next 50 minutes in the cold, straight-out-of-the-70's hallway of the psychology building waiting to be called back in. It seems it took the entire class period to discuss the test so when everyone was leaving Vanessa and I came back in, hoping to finally get this stupid test out of the way.
Did we get to take the test? NO! Did he look at us like we were crazy? YES! He said "no you cannot take it now, i have another class. you will take it on friday in my office from 3-4." Why would he ask us to wait outside? Why did I get up early to study for a test I didn't take? Yes, I think these are good questions too.
I don't even know where this guy's office is, a phone number or even an email address. His last name might be Lissou. Which means I'll have to talk to him again for details. *angry donald duck stance*
Leaving french fuming has become too much of a habit for me. I hopped on my bike and started pedaling for stats. Somewhere along the mall Emilie Brille came up beside me on her bike. I was telling her the whole french catastrophe and pedaling along (with my sore throat from screaming bloody murder on the rides) when I caught someone looking at me. I'm pretty sure it was Drew's girlfriend Emily but her hair was done up in all these crazy braids so I wasn't sure. I wanted to smile back but I probably just looked confused because my brain can't pedal with a sore throat, tell a terrible story about my french teacher and recognize someone all at the same time. By the time I got to stats my throat was really hurting and I did not feel like sitting through the lecture AT ALL, but I did.
For lunch Stephanie and I went up to the Cactus Grill for clam chowder filled bread bowls. My throat was very happy going back and forth between hot creamy soup and a cold soda.
And to top it all off there was no quiz in accounting! I wish I wouldn't have brought my homework with me on my trip. Sheesh, what are these teachers trying to do to me? Make me learn?