So, I failed that exam. I’ve been sick but getting better, which is good. Yesterday I went to communications, spent the afternoon studying. Tom and I had a looooong talk about our relationship, and we’re trying to make a decision (mutually) about what we want to do. I don’t really want to get into that. I worked this morning, and..
BAD DAY BEGINS HERE.
Atlanta Bread Company does catering (meaning if you need 2 dozen bagels, you would typically call the night before so they would be ready for the desired pickup time AND wouldn’t interfere with the normal amount of bagels that are sold to customers individually). However, the businesspeople of Gainesville decided to go anti-catering today. Five or six people came in at PEAK morning business hours, requesting “a couple dozen bagels, some cream cheese, and about 20 pastries.” We were SLAMMED, and then after they lefted, we (co-worker Hilary and I) were stuck with the angry customers who had only 3 bagels to choose from and not very many pastries. Needless to say, I fucking hate days like that.
Got home and of course, couldn’t find a parking spot! There was one open RIGHT in front of my building, but of course, someone took it before I had time to get there. Oh well, I found a spot in the Fraternity Row parking lot. Get in, get showered, go to class, everything is good. Then, during latin, I get my quiz back from Monday. Score: .5 out of 6. Ugh. I blew it off. While translating the story allowed, my teacher calls on me for one sentence. Of course it had to be the sentence that I had trouble with last night while I was translating and it had to be the one I emailed her about. What a bitch. I swear, she did that on purpose. She knows I’m having a hard time in that class - hell, I’m a “study whore” because of that fucking class, because SHE CANNOT TEACH. She thinks she is “the shit” because she’s teaching a class … but she isn’t even teaching, she spends the entire 50 minutes SHOWING OFF her “knowledge” by telling us she doesn’t remember her Greek/Roman history/geography/whatever she’s going on and on about.
So whatever, I was embarrassed. I was moping all the way home on the bus. Got back from class, spent 45 minutes on the phone with my mom just unloading everything on her. I love her and miss her so much. Thank God I’m going home this weekend. She has had really low blood again, despite the two transfusions in two weeks deal. I’m just so worried, her disease hasn’t given her this much trouble in quite awhile. And I haven’t heard her so down in the dumps in about 5 years - which is why I am going home tomorrow instead of Friday.
Only good part of today: my new room mate is moving in on Saturday. She face-booked me, and seems adorable and sweet and friendly. We’re both really excited. I just have to make sure I clean up this room before I leave tomorrow - empty trash, vacuum the floor, take my stuff off her side of the closet (heh), clean out her drawer in the bathroom (heh x 2), etc…
Communications exam tomorrow; math quiz and possible bonus point. Wish me luck - I have studied my ass off for the com exam, so I’m confident.
Thanks for making it through this entire post.
