Well as many computers display in the bottom right corner, it's officially 2009 now. Let's see....I started back to school after spending my whole break dreading it. I was sick the whole first week so it went a little like this...
Monday I woke up with raging coughing fits. Spent my half hour commute enjoying my iTrip Autopilot (thanks mom). Had Spanish 112 and realized a few people from my 111 class were in there. Though I resumed my old seat by the lights and regretted it after I had to be the light switch operator because there are like 4 switches and they confuse me. I spent a lot of the day adjusting my annoying new glasses that never sit right on my crooked face/ears. Then I made my first visit of the quarter to Hudson, which if you have ever been there, you can imagine the adventure that created....kind of like this:
Me: I'm full of gunk and I can't stand it...coughing, sneezing, headaches, weird chest noises/breathing...fire in my throat. It hurts, Fix it!
Nurse Practitioner: Well, gee, um I guess I should use this thing-a-ma-bob around my neck and listen to your chest.
Me: Well I have two shirts on, would you like me to remove one so you will be able to hear better?
NP: No, I'll just do it this way (she should have said...durrr, I don't know what I'm doing so I wouldn't know what to listen for anyway). Take a few deep breaths.
Me: *breathing the best I can through the gunk in my lungs*
NP: Now let me use this shiny thing to look down your throat and up your nose holes. Say Ahhh.
Me: Ahhh.
NP: Well I guess I'll just give you this crappy medicine, if you don't feel better in a few days just come back.
Me: Well I guess I'll see you in a few days.
Tuesday my mom had a doctor's appointment so she drove me to school because she was worried about the weather. I went to 80 stores and bought books....I'm now broke. Went to Spanish again and got nervous because she said if we were the dummies last quarter we should take 111 again. Had Journalism 233 (Info Gathering) and I was bored to, well, almost sleep. I realized the seats in Scripps 111 are uncomfortably close.
Wednesday I was supposed to have a phone interview with a lady from the Art Institute of Philadelphia, but she never called....I guess they don't want my money? Spent the rest of the day watching Monday and Tuesday night's shows on the dvr and coughing my head off some more. Then I remembered I had 2 online classes I hadn't looked at yet and rushed to do the reading and assignment's for my Philosophy of Sex and Love class--very confusing with, like, Socrates, Plato, and all of those old dudes. They all sat around drunk talking...no lie, that's what my book says...and I've made the assumption that that is why I have no clue what they were talking about. They believed that all women were lesbians and young boys deserved to have a lover (an old dude)...more on this all later though.
Thursday was the same as Tuesday mostly except I went to work and they still don't have passwords for me to login so they just told me to go home. But I finally got to work on Friday...no idea if I can work 20hrs a week though so until then I'm stressing about money...good thing I didn't quit good ole' Kfc like I had planned originally.
Well this post is 10x too long and I'm old and tired so...
Always ♥,
Anna
