OH my GOD, I'm so......not overwhelmed........yeah, maybe overwhelmed.
Can I tell you about my day? Let me tell you about my day. Sleeping was good - I got up an hour later than I meant to, but I felt fairly rested, so that was ok. I took a shower, figured Shawn was going to show up at some point, and he did - we had lunch. Then he left, and I went back to my room to organize myself and start studying again. See, I had my Poli Sci (217 - US Foreign Policy) final at 6pm today. That's the class that's the thorn in my side - it's a very tough, not-so-organized lecture class with heavy essay exams. I knew this final was going to kick my ass, and that it would take the entire 2 hour time slot (6-8pm). Being that it wasn't until 6pm, and that I still have a psych final at 8am tomorrow morning, I divided my time between the two classes for a while, then headed out to Towers. Lucky for me I caught a bus, and picked up my car at W-lot. At the station, I finished the final payroll a week early (since I won't be here next week), and headed up to the business office at the Student Union, where I waited around for awhile until I got the signatures I needed and had tied up some loose ends. They were pretty busy there, being that they were in the midst of moving out of their offices and into the big gray trailor behind the Sutdent Union for the summer. So now it's about 4:30, I'm at the Student Union. Let's backtrack.
Earlier in the day, I checked my grades on Peoplesoft. To my dismay, I had an F in Jujutsu. Remember Jujutsu? I stopped going a couple months back, being too busy with work and not really liking it enough to maintain a commitment to it. Being that I had already reached my credit limit on EKIN 160s, I didn't think the class made a difference on my transcript either way. In other words, I thought I wasn't registered for credit. So, I check my grades this morning, and there's an F. Not only is there an F, there's an A in Microeconomics (yay), and my GPA has actually gone DOWN. The class that I wasn't supposed to even get credit for has somehow counted towards my GPA. How???? What?????
So, I e-mailed Sensai, hoping he would remember me with something other than resentment (I did sorta stop going to his class for a couple weeks without consulting him), explaining the situation. He replied later in the day. I read, from the station, that he had no choice but to give me an F, as I never had officially withdrawn from the class. With that weighing on my back, off I went to the Student Union.
Now, we're done with the Student Union, and we're headed to Wilbur Cross. Here, we go to the Office of the Registrar, determined to straighten this out. I explained my situation to the friendly lady at the desk. The friendly lady at the desk was confused, and referred me to the stern lady at the other desk. The stern lady at the other desk started to give me a form to fill out, then realized that it was too late for that particular form. So, she did the next best thing - she referred me to the busy lady on the no-hands phone at the desk BEHIND the other desks. She told me to sit in a chair and wait for the busy lady, whose name was Lisa, to not be on the phone any more. So I did. I had my books and notes about US Foreign Policy with me, and tried to learn a little about US Foreign Policy while I waited. I still had that exam in a little over an hour, remember. The busy lady with the phone whose name was Lisa spoke to me very slowly, to make sure that I understood. I was enrolled. The class counted. I should talk to my dean.
Sigh.
By now, it's 4:55. There's no way I'm making it to the business school by 5, even more of no way that I'm making it to the business dean's office before it closes, let alone having enough time to discuss this little problem. So I went to a bench outside of Wilbur Cross, by the Benton Museum, and tried to study. It was a beautiful day out today, by the way. Around 80. I couldn't study there. I went a little further and sat on a bench and tried to get comfortable. A really cool guy in a really cool car drove up playing REALLY cool music, and it was so cool that he had to leave it on even after he got out. The music was just TOO cool for me, so I had to pack up and walk away again. There's no use trying to study if people are going to be cool all the time.
Now I went towards Schenker, the building where my exam will be. I gave up on the outdoors after a brief inspection of the Schenker area, and headed into Monteith, the neighboring building, to where I knew there was a study lounge secreted away in a corner on the third floor. I studied there. At about 5:54, I went to Schenker. The exam was long, and essay-ful....I filled up one entire blue book, which is 16 pages. I don't know how much of it made sense.....out of 5 parts that counted for 20% each, I will attest to only one part, the first essay. In that one, and only that one, did I know what I was talking about. Like Ed said later that night, it's all about throwing mud at the wall and seeing what sticks....there were points in the last essay that I knew I was writing something that was completely, undeniably wrong, but I just kept going. Facts didn't matter, finishing did. And I did finish, at about 7:57.
Now, I went to my car via the Student Union, thinking I'd get something to eat at Jonathan's. Because, you know, at the time that I usually ate dinner, I had been writing about the Cold War, and the Russians, and JFK's personality, and coming up with a definition for the Zimmerman Telegram that didn't reveal the fact that I didn't remember precisely who Arthur Zimmerman was. Was he German? Anyway, the line at Jonathan's was easily at the longest I'd ever seen it. Clear to the back wall of the building. I wasn't that hungry really anyway (it was too warm out), so I went to my car and started to drive back to the Buck....then I remembered that I had a free Subway coupon that Dave gave me a few days ago, or last week or something. So I turned around, headed back, parked at the fieldhouse instead of illegally on the street like all those other losers, and proceeded to stand in line for about 10-15 minutes. But I got a free sandwich, so thanks Dave. Now I got back on my car, and headed back to the Buck for real.
Now, it's well past 8:30, maybe closer to 9. I open my door - my room is empty. Steph moved out.....I realize now just how much of the room was hers. It actually echoes. I had to get out, it was so disconcerting. I eventually made it to Sam's, where he listened to my litany of complaints and worries about my grade, and started watching a French movie about a girl named Amelie. I left at 11, because I really should make some pretense at studying - there's still an exam at 8am tomorrow morning to deal with.
I. am. so. beat.
I'm numb. Numb at the prospect of tomorrow. Numb at not being here, in my niche, with my friends tomorrow. Numb that I really haven't been for awhile. Numb that I can't remember the last time I hung out with my girlfriends, just my girlfriends.
It's a lot of things that are floating around disjointed in my mind right now. Probably the best thing is to get some sleep, and brace for tomorrow.
Can I tell you about my day? Let me tell you about my day. Sleeping was good - I got up an hour later than I meant to, but I felt fairly rested, so that was ok. I took a shower, figured Shawn was going to show up at some point, and he did - we had lunch. Then he left, and I went back to my room to organize myself and start studying again. See, I had my Poli Sci (217 - US Foreign Policy) final at 6pm today. That's the class that's the thorn in my side - it's a very tough, not-so-organized lecture class with heavy essay exams. I knew this final was going to kick my ass, and that it would take the entire 2 hour time slot (6-8pm). Being that it wasn't until 6pm, and that I still have a psych final at 8am tomorrow morning, I divided my time between the two classes for a while, then headed out to Towers. Lucky for me I caught a bus, and picked up my car at W-lot. At the station, I finished the final payroll a week early (since I won't be here next week), and headed up to the business office at the Student Union, where I waited around for awhile until I got the signatures I needed and had tied up some loose ends. They were pretty busy there, being that they were in the midst of moving out of their offices and into the big gray trailor behind the Sutdent Union for the summer. So now it's about 4:30, I'm at the Student Union. Let's backtrack.
Earlier in the day, I checked my grades on Peoplesoft. To my dismay, I had an F in Jujutsu. Remember Jujutsu? I stopped going a couple months back, being too busy with work and not really liking it enough to maintain a commitment to it. Being that I had already reached my credit limit on EKIN 160s, I didn't think the class made a difference on my transcript either way. In other words, I thought I wasn't registered for credit. So, I check my grades this morning, and there's an F. Not only is there an F, there's an A in Microeconomics (yay), and my GPA has actually gone DOWN. The class that I wasn't supposed to even get credit for has somehow counted towards my GPA. How???? What?????
So, I e-mailed Sensai, hoping he would remember me with something other than resentment (I did sorta stop going to his class for a couple weeks without consulting him), explaining the situation. He replied later in the day. I read, from the station, that he had no choice but to give me an F, as I never had officially withdrawn from the class. With that weighing on my back, off I went to the Student Union.
Now, we're done with the Student Union, and we're headed to Wilbur Cross. Here, we go to the Office of the Registrar, determined to straighten this out. I explained my situation to the friendly lady at the desk. The friendly lady at the desk was confused, and referred me to the stern lady at the other desk. The stern lady at the other desk started to give me a form to fill out, then realized that it was too late for that particular form. So, she did the next best thing - she referred me to the busy lady on the no-hands phone at the desk BEHIND the other desks. She told me to sit in a chair and wait for the busy lady, whose name was Lisa, to not be on the phone any more. So I did. I had my books and notes about US Foreign Policy with me, and tried to learn a little about US Foreign Policy while I waited. I still had that exam in a little over an hour, remember. The busy lady with the phone whose name was Lisa spoke to me very slowly, to make sure that I understood. I was enrolled. The class counted. I should talk to my dean.
Sigh.
By now, it's 4:55. There's no way I'm making it to the business school by 5, even more of no way that I'm making it to the business dean's office before it closes, let alone having enough time to discuss this little problem. So I went to a bench outside of Wilbur Cross, by the Benton Museum, and tried to study. It was a beautiful day out today, by the way. Around 80. I couldn't study there. I went a little further and sat on a bench and tried to get comfortable. A really cool guy in a really cool car drove up playing REALLY cool music, and it was so cool that he had to leave it on even after he got out. The music was just TOO cool for me, so I had to pack up and walk away again. There's no use trying to study if people are going to be cool all the time.
Now I went towards Schenker, the building where my exam will be. I gave up on the outdoors after a brief inspection of the Schenker area, and headed into Monteith, the neighboring building, to where I knew there was a study lounge secreted away in a corner on the third floor. I studied there. At about 5:54, I went to Schenker. The exam was long, and essay-ful....I filled up one entire blue book, which is 16 pages. I don't know how much of it made sense.....out of 5 parts that counted for 20% each, I will attest to only one part, the first essay. In that one, and only that one, did I know what I was talking about. Like Ed said later that night, it's all about throwing mud at the wall and seeing what sticks....there were points in the last essay that I knew I was writing something that was completely, undeniably wrong, but I just kept going. Facts didn't matter, finishing did. And I did finish, at about 7:57.
Now, I went to my car via the Student Union, thinking I'd get something to eat at Jonathan's. Because, you know, at the time that I usually ate dinner, I had been writing about the Cold War, and the Russians, and JFK's personality, and coming up with a definition for the Zimmerman Telegram that didn't reveal the fact that I didn't remember precisely who Arthur Zimmerman was. Was he German? Anyway, the line at Jonathan's was easily at the longest I'd ever seen it. Clear to the back wall of the building. I wasn't that hungry really anyway (it was too warm out), so I went to my car and started to drive back to the Buck....then I remembered that I had a free Subway coupon that Dave gave me a few days ago, or last week or something. So I turned around, headed back, parked at the fieldhouse instead of illegally on the street like all those other losers, and proceeded to stand in line for about 10-15 minutes. But I got a free sandwich, so thanks Dave. Now I got back on my car, and headed back to the Buck for real.
Now, it's well past 8:30, maybe closer to 9. I open my door - my room is empty. Steph moved out.....I realize now just how much of the room was hers. It actually echoes. I had to get out, it was so disconcerting. I eventually made it to Sam's, where he listened to my litany of complaints and worries about my grade, and started watching a French movie about a girl named Amelie. I left at 11, because I really should make some pretense at studying - there's still an exam at 8am tomorrow morning to deal with.
I. am. so. beat.
I'm numb. Numb at the prospect of tomorrow. Numb at not being here, in my niche, with my friends tomorrow. Numb that I really haven't been for awhile. Numb that I can't remember the last time I hung out with my girlfriends, just my girlfriends.
It's a lot of things that are floating around disjointed in my mind right now. Probably the best thing is to get some sleep, and brace for tomorrow.
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