I had a freakout moment today because I looked at my syllabus and thought that my professor had his own personal grading scale and that I was failing that class. I sent him two desperate and humiliating emails. Only to find out later when I'm all teary-eyed and showing my syllabus that Josh that I'm a dumbass and totally not failing. In fact, it's just about certain that I'll end up with either a B or a C in this particular class just by doing decent the next, and last, few weeks of the semester. But seriously, I wish you could have heard the plop my heart made when it landed on the floor when I thought I was failing the class. Fun times.
For tomorrow I have to:
- write a 10-page paper
- write a 1-page extra credit paper
- write 2 2-page extra credit papers
- study for a test
Super awesome. I'm at the library right now, and I'm pretty sure I'm spending the night here, not only because I have so much shit to do, but also because....
Apartment
...my kitchen ceiling started leaking yesterday and my whole kitchen was basically a kiddie pool this morning. I called the office twice yesterday, and twice they said someone was going to come figure out the problem and fix it. I went to bed and woke up, and still nothing! I was absolutely irate this morning when I called the office. They sent someone immediately then. Now my kitchen is still a big soppy towel-covered mess, and they tore up part of my carpet and have a huge fan thing sitting in between my kitchen and living room. Oh, and it smells like freshly mowed turd. I took a picture, I'll post it later. I'm most pissed that this could have been fixed before it became a big deal, but I'm also pissed because all the pictures and postcards I had on the front of my fridge got wet and probably ruined.
Surely, there's more to write, but this is hardly the time.
XOXO,
Ash
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