Monday, April 02, 2007

• Right now, well, starting a week ago actually, I should be working on my speech I give tomorrow. I have the rough outline done. I actually know what I'm going to say but I have to work in some quotes from sources, and I haven't figured out how to do that yet. I work best under pressure.... I hope.
  
  I think I bombed the Econ test last week. Usually when I think I bombed something I end up doing ok on it, but this time I really think I bombed it. We only have 3 tests and then the final, and if we do well on the first 3 we don't have to take the final, so if I did bomb this one I'm really going to be mad at myself. I'm just so thoroughly apathetic about the entire class and the collage making me retake it. And holy shit, the teacher could cure aggressive insomnia. This is not a class you take a lot of notes in. It should be, but the teacher repeats himself. A lot.
  
  Like last Monday, we talked about... something... and left off before he finished the chart. Then the test on Wednesday, then Friday rather than picking up where we left off on the chart, he summarized what he'd said Monday and took so long doing it we left off on the chart in the same place we'd left off Monday. It was Monday all over again. The only notes I took was writing down the date so I'd know the notes after the date were from that day. There are a couple places in my notebook where the only notes for a day is the date, because he said nothing new. It's excruciating.
  
  Last night I made spaghetti. I have a problem with spaghetti sauce. No, not the I somehow always am wearing a light colored shirt and spill sauce on it problem. That's a problem but it's an ongoing one since I was old enough to cook Spaghettios.
  
  The problem is, if I don't wash the dishes immediately I get this rancid acid-like smell of spaghetti sauce stuck in my nose and I can't make it go away. It sticks there like the greasy orange residue the sauce leaves on the pan. It makes me never want to eat the stuff again. So I stupidly went to bed and washed the dishes this morning, anything to not have to work on the speech apparently, and it's been 2 hours and all I can smell is that sauce. There is no sign of sauce anywhere in here but it won't go away. I'm hungry but I can't eat because of it. Bleh.
  
  My mind wanders back to that Econ test. How could I bomb it so badly when the teacher repeats himself so much that everything should be rather solidly hammered into my head? Well, he repeats himself so much you stop caring, and stop listening, and then the test pops up and something he discussed 5 weeks ago has been replaced with a hundred hours of droning monotone blathering and you can't remember a thing. I couldn't tell you what he talked about today and I just got out of class 45 minutes ago. Maybe something is wrong with me.
  
  So... the college? It sucks. I foolishly went to the financial aid office last Friday. Because every time I talk to someone there or get a letter, it says I have a different amount of Pell Grant time left. I thought, hey, I haven't been there this semester, let's see if they have a narrow field of numbers to choose randomly from. In January I had enough Pell Grant time left for next Fall, just barely, and that was it. And that was all I needed to finish this degree in Communications. However on Friday they told me I'd already exceeded the limit by 2 credit hours and I have no financial aid for next Fall. Then they gave me a Request for Reinstatement of Financial Aid form, which has to be approved by the guy who initially tried to stop me from getting a Pell Grant, and who then threw a fit when I got one with the help of someone else in the office.
  
  I really hope I don't have to add the purchase of a small handgun into my summer shopping schedule.
  
  I'm kidding.
  
  Why wait until Summer?
  
  

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