If Only School Were Out For Summer...

December 12, 2008

I got to sleep in this morning. Then ended up in a mad rush, on the cramped interstate, to find myself getting off 5 exits before the one that would actually take me, to my destination. Tractor trailer flipped over, and so I had to bob and weave through the different stop lights, and use some back roads before I jumped on the infamous 95 S.

Courteous as I always am, even when I had the right of way, I let some dude in front of me in the parking deck to find myself on the 6th floor searching frantically for any spot to put my over 900,000 miles, piece of shit, to rest as I suffered through the class that I knew would be the death of me.

I found one, last one in the parking deck—wouldn’t have been that way if they hadn’t blocked off a whole floor with cones for some odd reason. So I wandered around the halls trying to find my itty-bitty classroom (sigh-I’m claustrophobic) that was actually full from another class. I’m impatient and I like to have my time in my seat in my class before the teacher comes in with lessons.

The class cleared out and we piled in what looked like a closet in the middle of one of the hallways. Then walked the teacher, and I sucked in my breath a little. Math class-yuck. I’d rather have a root canal (haha) And his monotone drone filled that little classroom.
Fractions, decimals, equations, conversions, the metric system, etc. Basic math and total hell for me.

Agh.. I’ll get through it, I have to. If I want to be a nurse I have to be good at these things. I cant be giving a patient too many drugs, now can I?!
Ooh my troubles weren’t over just yet. I got to spend some quality time with bunch of interesting fellow students in the campus bookstore that was indeed hotter than blue blazes. As if it wasn’t bad enough that I had to wait 45 minutes to purchase two really expensive textbooks, I had to witness a bunch of people buying portable cd players, and toy-like items WITH THEIR FINANCIAL AID.

And the government says that my parents make to much to help out. Well then tell me please, where’s this money?

Back to Anatomy hell tomorrow.

But I get to sleep in :)