i am really starting to think i was a serial killer,
in my past incarnation.
nothing else would explain the strange string of
bad luck that i had in this past few days.
saturday night, i was playing a drinking game called high-low.
very simple game,
you guess whether the next card dealt,
would be higher or lower than the last card dealt.
if you are right three times, then you pass the deck to the next victim.
i was wrong,
206654815 times in a row.
if i was dealt an ace,
id say "lower" (the obvious choice)
and i'd get another ace.
i'd get a two,
i'd say "higher!"
and get another two.
it was pathetic,
and also prophetic.
now that i think back,
the sense of foreboding began with that game.
needless to say,
after losing several times at the above mentioned drinking game,
sunday was pretty harsh to my bloodshot eyes.
monday, was the first day of the new semester.
it was also the day i had the Dr. appt,
(scheduled in 400 b.c.)
of course it took 2 hours to see the Dr. for twenty minutes-
and i missed my first class.
while i waited i waved at cute babies,
and made faces at the toddlers.
and felt i was surrounded by an enormous biological clock.
the ticking reminded me that i am not getting any younger...
this is not a pleasant thought.
when i arrived on campus
i went though a whole thirty minutes of:
what am i doing here?
why did i wait so damn long to make a life for myself?
why do all these chicks seem hotter than me?
i watched all the 19 year old hotties hanging out at campus,
and felt continually depressed...
but after the ADD kicked in i was fine.
(for a time)
as i said, i missed my history class, so no reports there.
my Psyc class will be cool, i think.
the prof says "man" a lot..
as in "get with it, man!"
i like him.
the speech class i am taking seems pretty flaky.
(how serious can a honors speech class be?)
but it requires a lot of out-of-class participation.
one thing that gets on my nerves,
are classes that listed in the course schedule that are, say monday & wed. classes,
that have "extra-curricular activities" on friday.
(not the fun extra-curricular activities, either...)
damnit it took the M/W classes because i wanted fridays off!
and then there was math class.
if you have read this blog at all,
or know me but an inking,
then you can understand how shitty this class went.
at first i was lulled into a false sense of security.
the instructor was a grandfatherly sweet kindof guy.
"could'ja speak up a bit deary?"
he called me melissa for a while, and then michelle,
(neither of which is even close..)
he gave a test.
which (although a "pre-test,)
still counted toward the grade you got in the class.
well, of course i bombed it.
i haven't had a math class since 1995.
AND i have test anxiety.
i got 8 right out of 20.
according to my math calculations that is a 75 right??
that was pretty damn discouraging.
after that, i was waiting to pick up the bus home when i got a voicemail.
its' my new job calling.
they have bad news-
the two people that interviewed me,
neglected to notice my available days to work.
it seems that the position i was taking over,
included both monday and wed. shifts.
a regrettable oversight,
they can't hire me after all.
what the fuck people?
were they too busy reading my fictional embarrassing moment,
that they forgot to look at my availability???
and even though they had already given me a schedule.
bad luck indeed.
(thanx to all those that celebrated the occasion of my new appointment,
if you want you drink money back,
go to the hickory and demand repayment.)
today was my wed. portion of classes.
the math class had 6 newcomers.
according to my prof,
that means ANOTHER MATH TEST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i ask him:
so for those of us that made it the first day (and tested)
which one will go towards your grading scale??
to which he replies, "both, most likely."
just shoot me now.