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| Current music: | "Bitchin' Camaro" by the Dead Milkmen |
Not even kidding about the damn snow
This shit has GOT to stop. I don't mind getting a bunch of snow every couple weeks, but it's been continuous, every day, for about a month now. No, seriously:
...and these pictures were taken AFTER the plow came through. And it's still. Fucking. Snowing.
Here's the letter I wrote to my rad-ass chick Micah about my fun Misawa day: (context of story: I'm enrolled in four distance ed college classes at this time, and due to my work schedule I had to schedule all four proctored final exams for the two days I have off worrk this week - two exams yesterday (Wednesday) and two exams today (if you can't figure out what today after the previous parenthetical, find a gun and kill yourself).
Letter:
I just SO need stress relief tonight...I've had a hellish day. I go to leave for my exam at 740, because the exam's at 830, so no prob, right? Holy fuck. I got stuck halfway out of my driveway and it took me 20 goddamned minutes to get un-beached off the giant mound of snow.
So, it's 800 and I'm on my merry way to base and I'm now thinking, it's a good thing I left so early in the first place, right? Well, holy fuck AGAIN. I get to the classroom at 810, happy to get some review time. I sit and start reading. The clock makes its way past 0830...and keeps going...and there's no proctor and only a few people. 2 goddamned hours later the test starts. It turns out there was a 2 hour delay for the snow...how the fuck am I gonna think to check for a delay when delays haven't ever done SHIT to get my ass out of going to work on time?
The exam's about to start, and I ask the proctor if they're still going to hold the second exam at 1300...and they are! WTF???? Now I'm just stressed as hell, because the second, exam, my computer exam, is the one that I was planning (and needing) to do some serious revision for, and I won't be able to. I won't be able to fucking eat food or anything else either, for that matter.
However, nice proctor lady senses my desperation and agrees to postpone the afternoon exam until 1330. I manage to finish my international political relations exam at 1220, so I dash over to BK for some grub, but BK is packed. I tromp across the parking lot (I left my car at the Torii because I had a kickass parking spot) to Popeye's...still busy, but not like BK, so I am forced to eat chicken for the first time in more than 3 months because the thought of mowing down on side dishes or biscuits and gravy nauseated me for no apparent reason.
I run back to the Torii building with the scandalous meal in my purse, devour it in about two seconds in the lounge, then head to the computer lab so I can take the practice quizzes on the textbook's website. I soon realize that I...am...FUCKED because the notes say the exam will concentrate on the parts of the text that I apparently suck at. I don't know when this class went from being too damned easy to too much friggin' information, but it did, and I'm despairing. I give up and pop into the classroom 5 minutes before the exam starts. The classroom is by then full, and I end up sitting in between Weber and TSgt Stephens, who complain that nobody informed them of the 1/2-hour delay of the test. I tell them about my 2-hour wait that morning and they straight up recognize that shit. (Translation: they confirm that my earlier situation was far more disagreeable.) No need to divulge the identity of the person who engineered the second test delay, now, is there?
As it turns out, the test wasn't horrible and actually DIDN'T focus so emphatically on the chapters at which I blow mightily. However, it was one of those tests where I'm just not sure where I stood - I might have done decently, and I might have bombed. Came to neat realization right before test that, though, that I no longer cared, because in taking the previous three exams I came to feel erudite and eloquent and just generally all smart and shit, and therefore had some ego capital to spend.
Of course, I came home and had to spend a half-hour shovelling so that I could get my car IN to the driveway without much incident. Unfortunately, I have to leave for PT in about 45 minutes, so the day never ends.
HOWEVER...coming to the point of this novel...if you are feeling better later and are fiendin' for the ummy miso, I'll come pick you up. I'll give you a call after PT.
Followed by three happy days of work. The moral of this story is finding the bright side of life. Mine? Even after all this, my exams are the fuck over!! I will be happy all weekend, folks, even the 12 hours that I'm at work on each one of those days.
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2005-02-17 02:32
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Hehehe, I'm a rad-ass chick! I looooove that picture. (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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