I can't wait to be finished school. Technically, I won't be finished until next spring, but like I've been saying a lot lately, fuck that. I'm not going back in September. I absolutely despise it. What the fuck am I doing taking business administration?!?! I almost dropped out after March Break, but that's just stupid. I only have three and a half weeks left.
Actually, I might end up going back to get that stupid ass piece of paper, but I doubt it. Next year might be better. Just Accounting. None of this Marketing bullshit. But the workload will be heavier, and I'd have to get the 2 classes I already failed this year. I never failed a course until my second year at Dal. Tests, exams, or assignments, sure, but not the whole class. The class I failed at Dal was second year calculus. It devastated me. I wanted to be a math teacher because most math teachers suck. What pisses me off is that if you WANT to be a math teacher, you have to have a math degree, which means you have to take calculus every year for four years. But if you're an art teacher, like a friend of mine, with very terrible math skills (she admits it), they'll try and make you teach math just the same.
This world is stupid.
The good thing is, I haven't thought about school all week. I'm sick, so I just sleep in every day. I only have a few more tests and assignments, and I haven't gone to a full week of class all year.
The other good this is that although I'm sick, as I mentioned before (Dec 10), my immune system rocks. I'm nowhere nearly as sick as anyone I've seen with this same illness. It started Saturday morning, but things weren't too bad then, just the "I think I'm getting sick" level. Sunday morning, I couldn't breathe and I was exhausted all day. I never really got worse than that. I remember being feverish one of the last couple nights. But my throat still fucking hurts. In fact, that and being tired is about all that is wrong with me. I hope it's not MONO!!
Also, I realized that I didn't organize my "stories" before I wrote them yesterday. I forgot to mention an hilarious event that took place Friday. It's called "getting lost in your own neighbourhood." I knew the party was on North street, I just didn't bother reading street signs. Knowing which part of North it was on, I headed down Allan and turned on Chebucto Lane. I also knew that North and Chebucto were close to each other when you go up past the Needs. So, I turned off Chebucto Lane and started looking for the house. When I found it, it didn't look right. But, I had only been at Rachael's once before, and I was drunk that time, so maybe it was the right house. We could hear music coming from somewhere. The house looked pretty dark from the front. No one answered when I pushed the doorbell button. So, I thought, maybe we should go in the back door. Many a Halagonian party begins at the back door. I also remembered smoking on her back porch last time I was there. So, KC and I went onto the back porch and snooped in the kitchen window. There was a light on in the kitchen, and the table was set for 2, but the place still seemed empty. It was almost as if we were supposed to have our own candlelit dinner in a strangers house. There was a pair of Chuck's at the door, but it turns out the music was coming from a neighbour's place.
"Let's go get some coffee." OK. We went to Needs. That's where we got coffee and bumped into Alfred. We told him we had already been at the house, but it seemed empty. As we were heading up Chebucto the second time, Alf said "isn't it down there?" My response was "No, it's just up here." Then I passed a street sign. AHHHHHHH!! This is CHEBUCTO!!! Once we got on the right street, we had no problem finding Rachael's.
I have a math test tomorrow. That means I should probably go to the open mic tonight. I discovered this year with math Fridays first term (after nights at Reflections), and with it on Wednesdays this term, that when I write a math test with a hangover, I get 90s to 100s, but when I stay home and study and be responsible, I fail.
My tension is finally easing. I have a tendency to get tense; to over-analyze things; to worry too much. I need a massage every couple days. But this...this was different. It wasn't just a normal ache. My most repeated phrase all weekend was "I have boulders for shoulders." They physically hurt. I'm glad it's calming down.
Actually, I might end up going back to get that stupid ass piece of paper, but I doubt it. Next year might be better. Just Accounting. None of this Marketing bullshit. But the workload will be heavier, and I'd have to get the 2 classes I already failed this year. I never failed a course until my second year at Dal. Tests, exams, or assignments, sure, but not the whole class. The class I failed at Dal was second year calculus. It devastated me. I wanted to be a math teacher because most math teachers suck. What pisses me off is that if you WANT to be a math teacher, you have to have a math degree, which means you have to take calculus every year for four years. But if you're an art teacher, like a friend of mine, with very terrible math skills (she admits it), they'll try and make you teach math just the same.
This world is stupid.
The good thing is, I haven't thought about school all week. I'm sick, so I just sleep in every day. I only have a few more tests and assignments, and I haven't gone to a full week of class all year.
The other good this is that although I'm sick, as I mentioned before (Dec 10), my immune system rocks. I'm nowhere nearly as sick as anyone I've seen with this same illness. It started Saturday morning, but things weren't too bad then, just the "I think I'm getting sick" level. Sunday morning, I couldn't breathe and I was exhausted all day. I never really got worse than that. I remember being feverish one of the last couple nights. But my throat still fucking hurts. In fact, that and being tired is about all that is wrong with me. I hope it's not MONO!!
Also, I realized that I didn't organize my "stories" before I wrote them yesterday. I forgot to mention an hilarious event that took place Friday. It's called "getting lost in your own neighbourhood." I knew the party was on North street, I just didn't bother reading street signs. Knowing which part of North it was on, I headed down Allan and turned on Chebucto Lane. I also knew that North and Chebucto were close to each other when you go up past the Needs. So, I turned off Chebucto Lane and started looking for the house. When I found it, it didn't look right. But, I had only been at Rachael's once before, and I was drunk that time, so maybe it was the right house. We could hear music coming from somewhere. The house looked pretty dark from the front. No one answered when I pushed the doorbell button. So, I thought, maybe we should go in the back door. Many a Halagonian party begins at the back door. I also remembered smoking on her back porch last time I was there. So, KC and I went onto the back porch and snooped in the kitchen window. There was a light on in the kitchen, and the table was set for 2, but the place still seemed empty. It was almost as if we were supposed to have our own candlelit dinner in a strangers house. There was a pair of Chuck's at the door, but it turns out the music was coming from a neighbour's place.
"Let's go get some coffee." OK. We went to Needs. That's where we got coffee and bumped into Alfred. We told him we had already been at the house, but it seemed empty. As we were heading up Chebucto the second time, Alf said "isn't it down there?" My response was "No, it's just up here." Then I passed a street sign. AHHHHHHH!! This is CHEBUCTO!!! Once we got on the right street, we had no problem finding Rachael's.
I have a math test tomorrow. That means I should probably go to the open mic tonight. I discovered this year with math Fridays first term (after nights at Reflections), and with it on Wednesdays this term, that when I write a math test with a hangover, I get 90s to 100s, but when I stay home and study and be responsible, I fail.
My tension is finally easing. I have a tendency to get tense; to over-analyze things; to worry too much. I need a massage every couple days. But this...this was different. It wasn't just a normal ache. My most repeated phrase all weekend was "I have boulders for shoulders." They physically hurt. I'm glad it's calming down.
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