Today has been the craziest day. It's been a mix of good and bad, but the beginning half bad.
This morning I woke with enthusiasm, ready for today to be another kick ass day. After this is when things stopped being so great. First of all it was 30 degrees plus a heavy wind chill so I was freezing my ass off as I walked to the first thing I had to do today: meet with my English teacher and have him look at my paper. He completely shredded it, and then shredded my first paper which I had turned in a while ago. This left me in a bad mood, which was made worse by the fact that I forgot a form I needed him and my psychology teacher to fill out.
This caused me to run all the way back to my dorm (which is across campus) and get the forms, then run all the way back and meet with my psychology teacher before he left his office (I had set up a meeting for later in the day with my English teacher). I got there just in time, and got the form filled out, then wandered the halls of the psychology building to find an experiment that I was signed up to participate in. I found it and waited for fifteen minutes after the meeting time before I was thoroughly fed up and left to go grab a bite to eat.
Immediately after eating I received a call from the experimenter asking where I was, and I went back to do the experiment. It was labeled as a sleep experiment, but turned out to be more about mental health. The experimenter had me put down all sorts of answers to questions such as, "How often have you hurt yourself intentionally?" or "How many times have you attempted suicide?" These are both semi-touchy questions, but as long as I don't really have to talk about the incidents I'm all good so I answered like they were any normal question. Well, then she needed to know the details. Since I need the experiment credits for a class I answered, nearly bringing me to tears.
After this things started getting better at least. I met with my English teacher and had him fill out the form I needed and then hit the road for a six hour drive to see my girlfriend. On the way I stopped and hung out with my friend, Jade, which was quite fun, and we played around with all sorts of different brands of cigarettes. The drive after this didn't seem long, either, and I got to my destination in no time where I am now sitting, typing this. The rest of the night will be very nice, too, I'm sure as I get to spend it with a girl I'm in love with which is always pleasant. Anyways, that's my day. Hope someone reads this, or better yet comments.
Peace out.
Oh, P.S. I figured out my schedule for next year.I want to take:
A creative writing class
A speech class
A theatre class
A Spanish class
A criminology class
It will be awesome. Okay, peace out for real this time.
This morning I woke with enthusiasm, ready for today to be another kick ass day. After this is when things stopped being so great. First of all it was 30 degrees plus a heavy wind chill so I was freezing my ass off as I walked to the first thing I had to do today: meet with my English teacher and have him look at my paper. He completely shredded it, and then shredded my first paper which I had turned in a while ago. This left me in a bad mood, which was made worse by the fact that I forgot a form I needed him and my psychology teacher to fill out.
This caused me to run all the way back to my dorm (which is across campus) and get the forms, then run all the way back and meet with my psychology teacher before he left his office (I had set up a meeting for later in the day with my English teacher). I got there just in time, and got the form filled out, then wandered the halls of the psychology building to find an experiment that I was signed up to participate in. I found it and waited for fifteen minutes after the meeting time before I was thoroughly fed up and left to go grab a bite to eat.
Immediately after eating I received a call from the experimenter asking where I was, and I went back to do the experiment. It was labeled as a sleep experiment, but turned out to be more about mental health. The experimenter had me put down all sorts of answers to questions such as, "How often have you hurt yourself intentionally?" or "How many times have you attempted suicide?" These are both semi-touchy questions, but as long as I don't really have to talk about the incidents I'm all good so I answered like they were any normal question. Well, then she needed to know the details. Since I need the experiment credits for a class I answered, nearly bringing me to tears.
After this things started getting better at least. I met with my English teacher and had him fill out the form I needed and then hit the road for a six hour drive to see my girlfriend. On the way I stopped and hung out with my friend, Jade, which was quite fun, and we played around with all sorts of different brands of cigarettes. The drive after this didn't seem long, either, and I got to my destination in no time where I am now sitting, typing this. The rest of the night will be very nice, too, I'm sure as I get to spend it with a girl I'm in love with which is always pleasant. Anyways, that's my day. Hope someone reads this, or better yet comments.
Peace out.
Oh, P.S. I figured out my schedule for next year.I want to take:
A creative writing class
A speech class
A theatre class
A Spanish class
A criminology class
It will be awesome. Okay, peace out for real this time.
jacquelinejoy:
I commented! So there.