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Finals recap:
+ Neuroscience test: after being bounced around to several rooms, my neuro exam seemingly went okay. As I told Denny, "Either it wasn't too bad, or I was so disillusioned that I thought it wasn't that bad." He told me I probably did fine, since I'd been doing fine in the class. Impressive, seeing as how it was a big lecture course.
- A little over an hour before my 8-10 page English paper was due, my computer started making hugely obnoxious "I'm going to explode" sounds. I shut it off and told it to be quiet. Then I turned it on again, and it was still threatening explosion. I decided to let it think about what it'd done, turned it off, and tried again in a half hour. It made its pretty turning on sound and then did nothing. I scurried over to the CIT Help Desk in Mudd and the girl, after trying all of her tricks (and she has a LOT), called around trying to find someone who could remove a hard drive. The only person remaining had to leave right then and said he'd do it first thing in the morning. Following freaking out, going to Carol's office, more freaking out because she wasn't there, ice cream, shaking, and whatnot, I went to my mom's house, sent Carol an email, and she replied telling me to calm down. See, the huge problem with this was that even if I rewrote a paper, I had hours upon dozens of hours of computer-aided scenic design embedded into my paper, stuff I couldn't easily "redo."
The next day, CIT called, the computer's Airport card was slightly jiggled out of place, they fixed it, and it was okay. I continued writing my paper, the sounds started again, and I turned in a five page paper. Whatever.
+ Psych exam was hella easy.
+ I figured out that if I wrote at least a D+ paper for my religion class, I'd get a solid B in the class. Not a B-, a solid B. I'd have to write a damn-near A+ paper to get an A- in the class, so all motivation was nonexistent. I ended up writing a solid two pages the morning the paper was due, and I'm not sure if it had a concluding paragraph (I'm so opposed to introductory and conclusive paragraphs, anyway), but do you know how much I cared? I didn't.
After turning in the paper, I went back to bed and cuddled with Lucy for awhile, showered, and called Mom: "Hello my mother. I just turned in my last final and thought you'd like to know. I also thought you might like to buy me ice cream. Or alcohol. Or both. Or alcoholic ice cream. Or ice creamic alc.... that one doesn't work."
So she picked me up, bought me Superman ice cream and booze and I chilled on her couch watching Will and Grace for the larger portion of the day.
In other news, yesterday I borrowed Lisa's car to move a couple loads of stuff to the Krumreigs' barn, and drove Jason's car home. I stalled out at a corner, tried to restart it, and freaked out. Then I realized it was in between gears. I also discovered why Jason doesn't like stopping completely when getting onto 511 from Becker. I had no problems the rest of the way, so clearly the best way to learn to drive stick is to do it alone at 11 at night...
Today, I am going to the high school for the NAHS induction and cake. Then later, Timmy and I are going to Salvation Army, because it's 50% off day, and I need a dress for Jason's friend's wedding on Saturday. I also want to maybe buy some shorts; it's this new thing I'm trying.
Lastly, among the many reasons I'm anxious for moving, I'm also looking forward to not living on State Route 511, a road on which many people (including many truckers) drive when passing through town, because I'm sort of tired of being ogled by every damned person who drives by as I'm walking down the sidewalk. I noticed at least 10 men staring at me as I walked one-and-a-half blocks, including three truck drivers who TURNED AROUND in their seats to get a good look at my front side (I have no idea if any turned around to look at my backside, since I didn't turn around, nor do I have those cool amphibian eyes that spin around). EYES ON THE ROAD, BUDDY! NOTHING TO SEE HERE!
Am I a traffic hazard? Gross.
Almost makes me prefer the guys who I see reading the newspaper or books while driving their eighteen-wheelers...
Oh, and Isaac's chihuahua has totally grown on me; I don't even notice her weird, sticky-uppy nose anymore.
+ Neuroscience test: after being bounced around to several rooms, my neuro exam seemingly went okay. As I told Denny, "Either it wasn't too bad, or I was so disillusioned that I thought it wasn't that bad." He told me I probably did fine, since I'd been doing fine in the class. Impressive, seeing as how it was a big lecture course.
- A little over an hour before my 8-10 page English paper was due, my computer started making hugely obnoxious "I'm going to explode" sounds. I shut it off and told it to be quiet. Then I turned it on again, and it was still threatening explosion. I decided to let it think about what it'd done, turned it off, and tried again in a half hour. It made its pretty turning on sound and then did nothing. I scurried over to the CIT Help Desk in Mudd and the girl, after trying all of her tricks (and she has a LOT), called around trying to find someone who could remove a hard drive. The only person remaining had to leave right then and said he'd do it first thing in the morning. Following freaking out, going to Carol's office, more freaking out because she wasn't there, ice cream, shaking, and whatnot, I went to my mom's house, sent Carol an email, and she replied telling me to calm down. See, the huge problem with this was that even if I rewrote a paper, I had hours upon dozens of hours of computer-aided scenic design embedded into my paper, stuff I couldn't easily "redo."
The next day, CIT called, the computer's Airport card was slightly jiggled out of place, they fixed it, and it was okay. I continued writing my paper, the sounds started again, and I turned in a five page paper. Whatever.
+ Psych exam was hella easy.
+ I figured out that if I wrote at least a D+ paper for my religion class, I'd get a solid B in the class. Not a B-, a solid B. I'd have to write a damn-near A+ paper to get an A- in the class, so all motivation was nonexistent. I ended up writing a solid two pages the morning the paper was due, and I'm not sure if it had a concluding paragraph (I'm so opposed to introductory and conclusive paragraphs, anyway), but do you know how much I cared? I didn't.
After turning in the paper, I went back to bed and cuddled with Lucy for awhile, showered, and called Mom: "Hello my mother. I just turned in my last final and thought you'd like to know. I also thought you might like to buy me ice cream. Or alcohol. Or both. Or alcoholic ice cream. Or ice creamic alc.... that one doesn't work."
So she picked me up, bought me Superman ice cream and booze and I chilled on her couch watching Will and Grace for the larger portion of the day.
In other news, yesterday I borrowed Lisa's car to move a couple loads of stuff to the Krumreigs' barn, and drove Jason's car home. I stalled out at a corner, tried to restart it, and freaked out. Then I realized it was in between gears. I also discovered why Jason doesn't like stopping completely when getting onto 511 from Becker. I had no problems the rest of the way, so clearly the best way to learn to drive stick is to do it alone at 11 at night...
Today, I am going to the high school for the NAHS induction and cake. Then later, Timmy and I are going to Salvation Army, because it's 50% off day, and I need a dress for Jason's friend's wedding on Saturday. I also want to maybe buy some shorts; it's this new thing I'm trying.
Lastly, among the many reasons I'm anxious for moving, I'm also looking forward to not living on State Route 511, a road on which many people (including many truckers) drive when passing through town, because I'm sort of tired of being ogled by every damned person who drives by as I'm walking down the sidewalk. I noticed at least 10 men staring at me as I walked one-and-a-half blocks, including three truck drivers who TURNED AROUND in their seats to get a good look at my front side (I have no idea if any turned around to look at my backside, since I didn't turn around, nor do I have those cool amphibian eyes that spin around). EYES ON THE ROAD, BUDDY! NOTHING TO SEE HERE!
Am I a traffic hazard? Gross.
Almost makes me prefer the guys who I see reading the newspaper or books while driving their eighteen-wheelers...
Oh, and Isaac's chihuahua has totally grown on me; I don't even notice her weird, sticky-uppy nose anymore.