So over the weekend my history prof sends out this email to the class: "Dr. Velek's His 101 will meet in the normal room in Painter Hall at which time he will explain why so many people failed the exam on Friday. V". Everybody's understandably freaking out, blah blah.... And then when class met today, he got started as usual and after about five minutes it occurred to him to say, "Oh yeah, and that email was a joke."
AAHHHHHH!
(Actually everyone else was going AHHH! I thought it was hilarious, but that's probably because I never worry about what grade I made. I spend all my stress on studying and taking the test, and let the grades fall as they may. But yeah. Dr. Velek kicks SO much ass! XDD)
Anyway. I'm good now, but last week and this past weekend were absolutely insane. Firsts for everything, right? Check out this list of firsts and try to tell me they're not a bit much to have happen in the course of 5-6 days.
First instance of anyone telling me they find me attractive, first time anyone's asked me out, first kiss, first "break-up" of sorts, first "we're still friends" conversation (this is true, however, not just hot air), first time I've cried over anything resembling a romantic relationship that was mine instead of someone else's, first experimentation with a same-sex relationship (afraid I'm going to have to come out of the straight closet there, much as I'd love to be bi-flexible.)
First week-long stress & study session over a college test, first REAL college test (all writing & essays, no regurgitation or memorization), first instance of my favorite teacher acknowledging me in class.
First real, blood-boiling, I-was-out-of-bed-before-I-reasoned-myself-out-of-it urge to punch my roommate in the face (and I am normally so nonconfrontational it ain't even funny), grab her cell phone and beat her evil DVD player to death with it, kick in the front of her TV & pull its electrical guts out, mix all the bits of everything together and pour out all her 65 bottles of hair crap over it, then set it all on fire. YEAH. Exactly that. (Oh, and all her cleaning materials can go in there, too. And the mop. Oh god, the mop. SO MUCH DRAMA over the suitemates letting someone from another suite borrow the mop for a freaking HOUR.)
First time I've had to use high-quality noise-cancelling headphones designed to cut JET ENGINE noise just to get to SLEEP because my fucking roommate was STILL ON THE PHONE TO HER BOYFRIEND AT 2:30 IN THE MORNING. OMGDIE.
Ahem.
First time my parents have been so broke that when we went on a traditional family lunch outing, I footed the bill out of the massive amounts of cash I've gotten back from unused portions of my scholarships. XD
First time I got snaps and was called a "true essayist" by a group of student writer peers (for my Sept. 11 thing); first time I've scared myself so badly with my own writing that I gave myself nightmares.
First time I brought my laundry home from the dorm and got my mom to do it. XD
First time I danced in the pouring rain since I've been here, and ended up walking all the way across campus barefoot because I couldn't get any wetter anyway.
First time I've felt so overwhelmed by college and everything that comes with it that I honestly wished it would cease to be.
Now that I look back, I think the good outweighed the bad and that everything that happened was a learning experience I wouldn't trade for the world.
But still. Exhaustion.
However, binging on Fullmetal Alchemist and Red vs. Blue makes all things better. (My suitemate Jessica has all of FMA on DVD, so I swiped it and Hana, Josh and I are having an impromptu anime-fest in the lobby.)
Red vs. Blue is the shit.
It's raining again! That makes my day a little better. ^_^.
Phew. Stream-of-consciousness done with.
Naptime now.
-rave