Had on 8 am class today. Two hours and 45 minutes of Philosophy. Introduction to World Religions. Don’t get me wrong, the class seems super interesting. There are some characters in the class, though. Including the instructor. Also, I couldn’t find the textbook on Chegg, Barns & Nobel, Amazon, or Ebay. I can buy it used from the school’s book store for a little less then $100.
On the bright side of things, I finally saw a cute guy. He was just my type, thick rimmed glasses and all.
I was waiting for me Sociology class, Understanding Social Problems. Also two hours and 45 minutes, but that’s not the point. I thought this cute guy was waiting for the same class I was waiting, which kinda got me all excited. Spending over two hours with a very attractive guy once a week, that’s enough to make my year. But, like I’ve said countless times, I am the luckiest person on earth and he went into room 315. My SOC class is in room 316.
Oh well, at least I get to see him before class.
My life is sad.
Started my 3rd semester of college yesterday.
Kicked it off with Personal Development ( a requirement). It suppose to teach good study skills for college. The class was packed! There were some some people I was around high school, including a flute player from band. No cute guys, so it should be an easy going class.
Had Lifespan Psychology today. The instructor is a doctor, so that class should be fun. She made us introduce ourselves, and because I’m the luckies person on earth, I got to go last. There was a cute guy in that class, a nursing major I should add. There are about four people I know in high school in that class, but I didn’t know them that well so it shouldn’t be a problem.
I have PDV tomorrow and PSY again on Thursday. Friday, I have Philosophy (intro to world religions) and Sociology (understanding social problems). I’m hoping they’re both fun, but only time will tell.
Still haven’t seen that cute guy from communications around campus yet. I kinda want to see him again, but I kinda don’t. It’s hard to explain.
Worst Week of the Year So Far
Monday, I slipped and feel on my way out the door. Not only was I almost late, but I messed up my ankle. It was already kinda messed up, but my knee was the one that hurt the most.
Tuesday, I got caught in the rain. I had an umbrella, but getting caught in the rain is never fun.
Wednesday, I slipped and feel again. Only this time, it was on the sidewalk. My knee took my fall again, and my other ankle was achy after that. I didn’t notice at the time, but I scrapped my knee pretty bad too. I noticed once I was on campus, and by then, my jeans had a giant blood stain on them. I thought the worst of the week was over, but as soon as I got on the bus to go home for my break before my night class, I realized I’d left my umbrella in my last class. I just broke down once I got home and got ready for my night class.
Thursday, I was feeling a little better. I was determined not to let my mostly shitty week get me down. My knee and ankle were still hurting, but it was nothing I coulnd’t handle. I got on the bus as usual, taking my preferred back seat. I requested a stop in the usual place, but the bus didn’t stop. Everyone in the bus just looked at me, but did nothing. After another block, I thought the bus driver would notice and stop. No such luck. Again, the other people said nothing, just looked from me to the bus driver. He didn’t stop, just went straight to the bus station.
Needless to say, I was pissed. I honestly considered flipping the driver off. All I could do to stop myself from actually doing it was make fists as tight as I could. I wasn’t born with enough middle finger to accurately show how I felt. So I did what I do best. I cried. I just cried as I walked from the bus station to down town. People slowed down in their cars and stared at me. People on campus looked away as soon as they saw me.
I completely broke down once I was in the bathroom. I didn’t try to be quiet, I just let it out. Someone came in and asked if I was okay. I was, but I felt super silly.
I just laughed at myself as I cleaned up and headed to class.
There’s this cute guy in my Communications class that’s kinda cute. Needless to say, he makes me super nervous.Lately, I’ve noticed that the other guy he hangs out with is kinda cutter than him.
We had to do this group activity in class. The instructor assigned groups with the old count off technique. I was 3. The cute guy was also 3, and his friend was 4.
At that moment, all I could think was, “life is a sneaky little shit!”. Honestly, it was the perfect time to actually speck to cute guy #2, but life has a way of building me up incredibly high, and tearing me down almost immediately. But, I guess everything happens for a reason.
Hahaha maybe cute guy #1 can put in a good word for me with cute guy #2. I kinda did make myself look good. Well, as good as I could possibly make myself look. One of the other people in my group was a guy I have BIO lab with. We talked about video games once, and we kinda picked up our conversations when the group got together. We talked about Dead Space 3 and Biosock Infinite. I’m hopping cute guy #2 is into video games,
I’m not holding out for anything, I’m a realist, I know I don’t have a chance with this guy either way.
Well, at least I had a little fun talking to other people before I had to walk in the rain. But that’s a story for another post.
Kinda felt like a failure today.
I blew off practicing my speech. Shit, I even blew off printing it at home. I was a nervous wreck all day.
Couldn’t figure out how to turn on a PC at the library on campus. Pushed my way out of an elevator only to figure out I’d gotten out on the wrong flood. Almost walked into the wrong class.
And then there was the actual speech. I was a little calm by the time my turn came around, but I derped out with technology again. Couldn’t figure out where the hard-drive was, the audio on my power point failed. Needless to say, I was shaking like a pussy by the time I had to actually talk.
My mouth was dry, my hand trembled, I didn’t make enough eye contact. I did follow my outline, which kinda saved me (I hope).
When I did make eye contact, I noticed the guy I fancy wasn’t look at me. I should have been glad, but it kinda made me sad.
I know I’m a fucking mess, but I’m getting better. I don’t dread or try to get out of talking to strangers. I like having random conversations with strangers. But talking to a group still scared the living fuck out off me.
I know I don’t have a chance with this guy, but you know, that still made me feel bad.
Well, at least I don’t have to another speech for the time being.
I had a week, a fucking week, and I only got about 45% of the things I need to get done.
After the first day of spring break, I have completed 0% of the things I need to get done this week.
I missed my BIO midterm and I can’t make it up because my absence wasn’t due to a “documented emergency”.
It was my fault, but the instructor is still a fucking hard-ass.