Naughty, Naughty
Someone's been a bad girl...
...me.
It all started when I woke up at ten this morning, still feeling kinda out of it from Thursday night. Thing that made this especially fun was that one of my least favourite lectures started at nine this morning, so by the time I walked across to Uni (two black coffees and a V later - I like to start my day with a bang) there was only another half hour left of it. Aaaand... that's when I remembered I had a class assessment due in the tutorial. Which started right after the lecture.
Did I mention I'm not the most organised person in the world?
Made a beeline for the nearest computer room and managed to put together a fairly impressive-looking reportlet (is that even a word?) from scratch over the half-hour, hit print, logged out and went down to the printer to collect. And waited. And waited. And the printer just sat there. Winking at me.
Took me another few to realise that the pretty blinking light was next to the always-ominous little word 'paper' - so then I rang my friend who works in campus IT, and got him to come and unlock (and fix) the printer for me so that I could finally get my report out, ran to class (only twenty minutes late)... and found a note on the door.
"Today's 11-12 tutorial will not be on, as your tutor is sick. All assessments will be handed in next week." Twitch. Twitch.
This sort of got me out of the educational mood, I confess. Soooooo... I basically spent the next two classes talking with friends and planning things - a good reason I guess, since it means I actually know what happened in the lecture and we know how we're getting to see the Panda Band tonight. Em's toyfriend (he hates it when I call him that) is driving us, for the promise of unspecified sexual favours - from her, naturally. Or for her? It gets kinda murky when you get into that area.
More later, but here's a poem I stumbled across that piqued my interest:
Where does all the time go?
It passes in a rhythmic flow.
You meet great people passing by,
But you must leave them soon - so tell a lie.
I'll see you then or maybe not,
We will never know until the earth stops.
When that moment finally comes, and you see those faces again,
You realize earth didn't stop - you are just in heaven.
...me.
It all started when I woke up at ten this morning, still feeling kinda out of it from Thursday night. Thing that made this especially fun was that one of my least favourite lectures started at nine this morning, so by the time I walked across to Uni (two black coffees and a V later - I like to start my day with a bang) there was only another half hour left of it. Aaaand... that's when I remembered I had a class assessment due in the tutorial. Which started right after the lecture.
Did I mention I'm not the most organised person in the world?
Made a beeline for the nearest computer room and managed to put together a fairly impressive-looking reportlet (is that even a word?) from scratch over the half-hour, hit print, logged out and went down to the printer to collect. And waited. And waited. And the printer just sat there. Winking at me.
Took me another few to realise that the pretty blinking light was next to the always-ominous little word 'paper' - so then I rang my friend who works in campus IT, and got him to come and unlock (and fix) the printer for me so that I could finally get my report out, ran to class (only twenty minutes late)... and found a note on the door.
"Today's 11-12 tutorial will not be on, as your tutor is sick. All assessments will be handed in next week." Twitch. Twitch.
This sort of got me out of the educational mood, I confess. Soooooo... I basically spent the next two classes talking with friends and planning things - a good reason I guess, since it means I actually know what happened in the lecture and we know how we're getting to see the Panda Band tonight. Em's toyfriend (he hates it when I call him that) is driving us, for the promise of unspecified sexual favours - from her, naturally. Or for her? It gets kinda murky when you get into that area.
More later, but here's a poem I stumbled across that piqued my interest:
Where does all the time go?
It passes in a rhythmic flow.
You meet great people passing by,
But you must leave them soon - so tell a lie.
I'll see you then or maybe not,
We will never know until the earth stops.
When that moment finally comes, and you see those faces again,
You realize earth didn't stop - you are just in heaven.
posted by Anomaly | 2:07 pm
7 Comments:
Too funny. I used to skip as many of the dreaded early classes as possible. Foreign language classes seemed to thrive on 0800 -- no wonder I kept switching before I could master any. Cutting corners has a fine legacy ;) Hope y'all have fun at the Panda show!
I remember last semester where we had a class at eight... on a Monday morning!
Thankfully it was a lecture, so they didn't take a roll. Since my next Monday class was after lunch, I just slept in 0:)
By the way, how do I set up something like that list of links you have in your blog?
And thanks for including mine :)
Freshman year, I had a class on ancient books like the Illiad and the Odyssey. It was supposed to meet Tues and Thurs from 9-10:30, but instead, the prof asked if we would rather have one class a week from 8-10:30 on Tues only. The majority voted for it. I was against it.
As a result, I had a class even earlier, and if I missed it, it was the same as missing 2 classes. I didn't do too well in that class.
-Jamie
Just sent ya an email with ideas how to add links. Good luck! Each taemplate has its own quirks, so hope it works. If not, there's a Help section in Blogger.
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Jamie
Mmmm... I hate to admit it, but I'd have probably gone with the rest of the class. Being in class at eight is inhuman, but the siren lure of not having to get up that early on Thursday...
But then I tend to love things that are bad for me ^_^
Thanks for commenting!
Erik
Thank you :) Special thanks in my most recent.
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