school.
Today was possibly the worst day of school ever.
Woke up. Well, tried to wake up. Early. Couldn't roll out of bed at 6 AM. Got up at 8 AM. Neglected the shower 'cause James decided to rise early. Ran to the bus. Made it...with a seat, nonetheless! Talked to Judith. About coke and ecstasy. She awakened the beast in the back of my head. I want to try ecstasy now.
Made it to the first (Policy) mid-term. Didn't ace it. I hope I didn't fail it, either. I know I got one answer right...
32. Free question. Pick C.
A. Not this one.
B. Nope.
C. Pick me!
D. Not likely.
E. Sorry.
F. Very, very wrong.
Decided to study for my Cold War class instead of going to my Geog lecture. In the AUS office. I know it's hard to get work done in there, but I was lucky.
An hour and a half later, Matt walks in and asks me "how did you find the mid-term?"
It was like something out of "The Matrix" - my brain whizzed at lightning speed and remembered.
The Geog mid-term.
Today. I missed it.
I was about to break something. I tried to calm myself down. Psh. Yeah, right. I'm almost crying.
Everyone's like "don't worry, go talk to the prof." I'm like "I have no excuse. What's the point?"
I eventually figure that I'd better go plead my case. Though I would rarely do it, I figured that, this time, I really had nothing to lose. Left the office, shouting "I hate my fucking life!" as I left. I walked. Quickly. As quickly as possible before turning into a dash. Bumped into Vik on the way. Told him to never do what I had just done.
I was lucky. My prof was in his office...and on a conference call. "Write your question down," says he. I think he was expecting a one-liner. I wrote a page.
He turned over the page and wrote one line on the back. "Can you write it now?"
I nodded.
In the back reaches of my imagination, I saw him undoing his pants and telling me to bend over before I could write the exam. I was asking myself if I would do that if that's what it came to. Didn't get that far. I had a small pile of paper in front of me.
writewritewritewritewritewrite.
At the end of the ordeal, I thanked him and told him that I was embarrassed and that it would never happen again. He basically told me "don't worry about it. Shit happens."
Got myself a thing o' sushi to calm myself afterwards. Good sushi.
Fell asleep on the bus on the way home.
Woke up. Well, tried to wake up. Early. Couldn't roll out of bed at 6 AM. Got up at 8 AM. Neglected the shower 'cause James decided to rise early. Ran to the bus. Made it...with a seat, nonetheless! Talked to Judith. About coke and ecstasy. She awakened the beast in the back of my head. I want to try ecstasy now.
Made it to the first (Policy) mid-term. Didn't ace it. I hope I didn't fail it, either. I know I got one answer right...
32. Free question. Pick C.
A. Not this one.
B. Nope.
C. Pick me!
D. Not likely.
E. Sorry.
F. Very, very wrong.
Decided to study for my Cold War class instead of going to my Geog lecture. In the AUS office. I know it's hard to get work done in there, but I was lucky.
An hour and a half later, Matt walks in and asks me "how did you find the mid-term?"
It was like something out of "The Matrix" - my brain whizzed at lightning speed and remembered.
The Geog mid-term.
Today. I missed it.
I was about to break something. I tried to calm myself down. Psh. Yeah, right. I'm almost crying.
Everyone's like "don't worry, go talk to the prof." I'm like "I have no excuse. What's the point?"
I eventually figure that I'd better go plead my case. Though I would rarely do it, I figured that, this time, I really had nothing to lose. Left the office, shouting "I hate my fucking life!" as I left. I walked. Quickly. As quickly as possible before turning into a dash. Bumped into Vik on the way. Told him to never do what I had just done.
I was lucky. My prof was in his office...and on a conference call. "Write your question down," says he. I think he was expecting a one-liner. I wrote a page.
He turned over the page and wrote one line on the back. "Can you write it now?"
I nodded.
In the back reaches of my imagination, I saw him undoing his pants and telling me to bend over before I could write the exam. I was asking myself if I would do that if that's what it came to. Didn't get that far. I had a small pile of paper in front of me.
writewritewritewritewritewrite.
At the end of the ordeal, I thanked him and told him that I was embarrassed and that it would never happen again. He basically told me "don't worry about it. Shit happens."
Got myself a thing o' sushi to calm myself afterwards. Good sushi.
Fell asleep on the bus on the way home.