Series of foolish mistakes
I recently made four terrible mistakes. Each of these mistakes, on their own, would not have been terribly bad, but because I made all four of them on the same day, they resulted in one hellaciously awful day (On a side note, I cannot remember the last time I had the opportunity to use the word 'hellaciously' in conversation, and therefore, I am not sure if it is spelled correctly). Here begins my account of my awful day.
So. Yesterday I had a chemistry exam. Bah! I hate chemistry! I also hate the fact that I cannot accurately convey how much I hate chemistry with these piddling things we refer to as words. CHEMISTRY SUCKS ASS!! I LOATHE IT ENTIRELY!! And the annoying part is, I'm considering changing my major to management, and if I do, chemistry is not needed and therefore me taking it would have been completely pointless. AARRRRGGHHH!!! But back to the mistake that I made. As I generally do the night before I have an exam, I elected to study all night and not go to sleep. I have pulled all-nighters before successfully, so I knew I could do it. So essentially, I was awake from around 7:00 a.m. Thursday morning to around 9:00 p.m. Friday night.
Now on to my second mistake. I chose not to go to Biology 122, which I have MWF from 8:00-8:50. So that we're clear, this was not the mistake. During the time I would have gone to bio, I took a shower. This also was not the mistake. Shortly after my shower, I had to go the SGA office for some odd reason. This wasn't the mistake either (stick with me here). Anyway, the point is, somehow in all of my confusion before my exam, I neglected to eat breakfast (That was the mistake).
Eventually it came time for my exam, which I think I might have passed. After the test, I had a plan for the rest of my afternoon:
1. Go to the library.
2. Print out the revised SGA Election Code for SGA emergency legislation later that afternoon.
3. Get lunch at the Wig.
4. Watch Fine Arts Friday (this art thing I have to go to on Fridays in Scott Plaza for art class).
5. Read the Election Code while watching Fine Arts Friday.
6. Go to Emergency Legislation for SGA and vote on the Election Code.
7. Go to Emerging Scholars (undergraduate research).
8. Sleep.
I got as far as # 2. When I was leaving the library to perform # 3 while wondering why # 4 had stopped (in case that was unclear, I was headed to the Wig to get some food while I was looking at Scott Plaza and wondering why the dancers had stopped dancing) when lo and behold I was accosted by a lady who worked for one of those "Give Blood" buses (if I am not mistaken, 'buses' is the plural of 'bus'. Although it may be beese or busen or busi). Anyway, she asked if I wanted to give blood. Just so that we're all aware, I have always wanted to give blood. My Dad used to give blood when I was a kid and I always thought he was heroic and noble. To which I responded with an enthusiastic "Absotutely!". She seemed mildly alarmed at my excitement. She then directed me to where the bus was located (in front of the nursing building, incidentally).
So I headed to the blood bus, completely missing the Wigwam and lunch (missing lunch=third mistake). Upon my arrival at the blood van, I must admit I felt awkward. Being in a small space with strangers will do that to you. Though it wasn't entirely strangers. My friends Michael, Chris, and Celia were there briefly, also contributing to the blood supply. So anyway, I'm in the blood bus and eventually the point was reached when they had to stick me. She did it so fast that I didn't have time to clench my muscles, fortunately (I might add at this point that the needle they used to stick me with was wider than a toothpick, which in the whole scheme of things is not very large, but in the context of something that is about to be jabbed into one's skin, is gargantuan (another word I hardly ever get to use in conversation (and yes, I am aware that it is grammatically inappropriate to put parentheses within parentheses))). To my shock and amazement, several droplets of blood squirted out (yes, that's right, I said squirted) of my skin when she stuck me. Oddly, however, it wasn't painful. So I sat there on my little bed thingy reading the revised SGA election code as my blood slowly drained out of my body. When it was finished, I was given a T-Shirt, one of those Lance-Armstrong style bracelets that says 'blood donor-hero for life', a bottle of water, and some snacks. Apparently you're supposed to eat and drink a lot after you give blood. I was somewhat leery of the bottle of water, however. The label said something about the blood center on it. No edible substances should have the word 'blood' written on it. They thoroughly bandaged my arm with bulky, horribly conspicuous (and therefore awesome) pink guaze and I left.
So in review, here are my four big mistakes which led to the rest of my day being awful:
1. Not sleeping at all
2. Not eating breakfast
3. Not eating lunch
4. Giving blood
So it was one-something at this point, and I decided it was time to head to the SGA meeting. Granted, it was still early, but I figured it would give me time to finish reading the election code. At this point, I was feeling pretty crappy (and yet somehow, I had no idea why). So I get to the library, time passes, I read some of the code, and then the meeting starts. We had 18 senators present, which is exactly quorum for us (quorum is 2/3 of the senate, which is the number of people required to be present to get a motion passed). At this point I was feeling uber-crappy, and plus I had to go to Emerging Scholars shortly, so I rudely pointed out to the rest of the senate present that if I left, they wouldn't be able to pass the motion, so they better hurry. Anyway, despite the fact that I pointed out that I needed to leave, some meaningless debate still occurred, before we passed the code with one amendment. I was essentially a vegetable throughout the entire discussion. Then we passed another motion, and then our Vice-President asked all dept. heads to stay afterwards for a brief meeting. We scheduled a director meeting for Monday night. Then I headed to Emerging Scholars. I began slaving over a hot microscope, counting worms. Then Chris (the graduate student whose office is in the laboratory of my professor, whose name is also Chris, oddly enough) came in and graciously offered me some candy, which helped me feel slightly, though not considerably, better. My professor came in later and we finished counting the worms. Unfortunately, the data is unusable b/c we added to many worm eggs so we're repeating the experiment later.
So I headed back to my room, did some stuff, ate dinner around 5 or 6, and passed out (to clarify, 'passed out' here means 'fell into a deep slumber') around 8:30 and didn't wake up until around 10:00 the next morning.
So were the events that occurred on April 8th, 2005.
I still intend to write a poem about my broken teacup.
So. Yesterday I had a chemistry exam. Bah! I hate chemistry! I also hate the fact that I cannot accurately convey how much I hate chemistry with these piddling things we refer to as words. CHEMISTRY SUCKS ASS!! I LOATHE IT ENTIRELY!! And the annoying part is, I'm considering changing my major to management, and if I do, chemistry is not needed and therefore me taking it would have been completely pointless. AARRRRGGHHH!!! But back to the mistake that I made. As I generally do the night before I have an exam, I elected to study all night and not go to sleep. I have pulled all-nighters before successfully, so I knew I could do it. So essentially, I was awake from around 7:00 a.m. Thursday morning to around 9:00 p.m. Friday night.
Now on to my second mistake. I chose not to go to Biology 122, which I have MWF from 8:00-8:50. So that we're clear, this was not the mistake. During the time I would have gone to bio, I took a shower. This also was not the mistake. Shortly after my shower, I had to go the SGA office for some odd reason. This wasn't the mistake either (stick with me here). Anyway, the point is, somehow in all of my confusion before my exam, I neglected to eat breakfast (That was the mistake).
Eventually it came time for my exam, which I think I might have passed. After the test, I had a plan for the rest of my afternoon:
1. Go to the library.
2. Print out the revised SGA Election Code for SGA emergency legislation later that afternoon.
3. Get lunch at the Wig.
4. Watch Fine Arts Friday (this art thing I have to go to on Fridays in Scott Plaza for art class).
5. Read the Election Code while watching Fine Arts Friday.
6. Go to Emergency Legislation for SGA and vote on the Election Code.
7. Go to Emerging Scholars (undergraduate research).
8. Sleep.
I got as far as # 2. When I was leaving the library to perform # 3 while wondering why # 4 had stopped (in case that was unclear, I was headed to the Wig to get some food while I was looking at Scott Plaza and wondering why the dancers had stopped dancing) when lo and behold I was accosted by a lady who worked for one of those "Give Blood" buses (if I am not mistaken, 'buses' is the plural of 'bus'. Although it may be beese or busen or busi). Anyway, she asked if I wanted to give blood. Just so that we're all aware, I have always wanted to give blood. My Dad used to give blood when I was a kid and I always thought he was heroic and noble. To which I responded with an enthusiastic "Absotutely!". She seemed mildly alarmed at my excitement. She then directed me to where the bus was located (in front of the nursing building, incidentally).
So I headed to the blood bus, completely missing the Wigwam and lunch (missing lunch=third mistake). Upon my arrival at the blood van, I must admit I felt awkward. Being in a small space with strangers will do that to you. Though it wasn't entirely strangers. My friends Michael, Chris, and Celia were there briefly, also contributing to the blood supply. So anyway, I'm in the blood bus and eventually the point was reached when they had to stick me. She did it so fast that I didn't have time to clench my muscles, fortunately (I might add at this point that the needle they used to stick me with was wider than a toothpick, which in the whole scheme of things is not very large, but in the context of something that is about to be jabbed into one's skin, is gargantuan (another word I hardly ever get to use in conversation (and yes, I am aware that it is grammatically inappropriate to put parentheses within parentheses))). To my shock and amazement, several droplets of blood squirted out (yes, that's right, I said squirted) of my skin when she stuck me. Oddly, however, it wasn't painful. So I sat there on my little bed thingy reading the revised SGA election code as my blood slowly drained out of my body. When it was finished, I was given a T-Shirt, one of those Lance-Armstrong style bracelets that says 'blood donor-hero for life', a bottle of water, and some snacks. Apparently you're supposed to eat and drink a lot after you give blood. I was somewhat leery of the bottle of water, however. The label said something about the blood center on it. No edible substances should have the word 'blood' written on it. They thoroughly bandaged my arm with bulky, horribly conspicuous (and therefore awesome) pink guaze and I left.
So in review, here are my four big mistakes which led to the rest of my day being awful:
1. Not sleeping at all
2. Not eating breakfast
3. Not eating lunch
4. Giving blood
So it was one-something at this point, and I decided it was time to head to the SGA meeting. Granted, it was still early, but I figured it would give me time to finish reading the election code. At this point, I was feeling pretty crappy (and yet somehow, I had no idea why). So I get to the library, time passes, I read some of the code, and then the meeting starts. We had 18 senators present, which is exactly quorum for us (quorum is 2/3 of the senate, which is the number of people required to be present to get a motion passed). At this point I was feeling uber-crappy, and plus I had to go to Emerging Scholars shortly, so I rudely pointed out to the rest of the senate present that if I left, they wouldn't be able to pass the motion, so they better hurry. Anyway, despite the fact that I pointed out that I needed to leave, some meaningless debate still occurred, before we passed the code with one amendment. I was essentially a vegetable throughout the entire discussion. Then we passed another motion, and then our Vice-President asked all dept. heads to stay afterwards for a brief meeting. We scheduled a director meeting for Monday night. Then I headed to Emerging Scholars. I began slaving over a hot microscope, counting worms. Then Chris (the graduate student whose office is in the laboratory of my professor, whose name is also Chris, oddly enough) came in and graciously offered me some candy, which helped me feel slightly, though not considerably, better. My professor came in later and we finished counting the worms. Unfortunately, the data is unusable b/c we added to many worm eggs so we're repeating the experiment later.
So I headed back to my room, did some stuff, ate dinner around 5 or 6, and passed out (to clarify, 'passed out' here means 'fell into a deep slumber') around 8:30 and didn't wake up until around 10:00 the next morning.
So were the events that occurred on April 8th, 2005.
I still intend to write a poem about my broken teacup.