Aug. 25th, 2010

laurelin_kit: (himym - barney suicide - _jems_)
On Monday, it rained. I was parked as far from a building as you can get, so after spending one of the four hours I had between classes in the library waiting for the class registration system to come back online (because the first day of class is the BEST time to take the site down), I decided to take the on-campus bus to get nearer to my car. It was raining too hard once I got on to consider getting off again, so what the hell, I think, I'll just go around one more time and get off after the next loop.

No, no, I can't do that. Why? Because the bus hit a fucking car. I was sitting there, watching it turn left and looking at the car nearest the bus, and thinking, gosh, that's close. But the bus driver, he knows his shit, he'll move. And then the most horrible SCREEE-EEEE-KRRRSHHHHHHH as the bus just TEARS along the back end of the little purple hatchback. This, of course, is a good quarter of a mile away from my car, and it's still drizzling. So the bus driver pulls over, opens the doors and is all LATER, GUYS. HAVE FUN WALKING.

By the time I make it to my car, I have enough time to gas it up, and then return promptly to campus for the next class. That's right, four hours down.

TUESDAY. I get out of class early so I think oh, I'll walk across campus to the new bookstore. It's not an insignificant walk, but I have an hour. WHYYYYYY NOT. I walk, there is nothing, I go back and sit outside my classroom with a half an hour until my next class. I check the class registration and my blood runs cold. THERE IS AN OPENING.

Now let me back up here. On Monday, I sat in on Molecular Cell Biology hoping to ask for an override in, since I didn't pass Organic I. The professor says SURE, NO PROBLEM. But ONLY if there's an open seat. And if there's an open seat, I have to go up to the biology office on the third floor, get the paperwork, and then go to a DIFFERENT building and turn it in. They won't give me the paperwork in advance because they know, rightly, that I would just turn it in regardless of whether there's an opening or not.

SO. LAURA. YOU HAVE A HALF AN HOUR. YOU ARE IN THE HPA BUILDING. YOU NOW HAVE TO RUN TO THE BIOLOGY BUILDING, GO TO THE THIRD FLOOR, AND THEN THE COLLEGE OF SCIENCES, AND THEN RETURN TO HPA BEFORE EVOLUTIONARY BIO BEGINS. THIS IS YOUR MISSION. YOU HAVE NO BICYCLE. YOU CANNOT RUN, BECAUSE YOUR SHOES WOULD MURDER YOU AND YOUR BAG PREVENTS IT.

DO. YOU. HAVE. WHAT IT TAKES.

And that is the story of how the biology department was privy to a wide-eyed, frizzy haired, redfaced biologist staggering in the door and stammering I HAVE AN OVERRIDE, SEE, THAT POST-IT, RIGHT THERE, THAT IS MY NAME, IT SAYS I HAVE AN OVERRIDE, PLEASE GIVE ME THE LITTLE ORANGE PAPER SO THAT I MAY DIE.

To take the suspense out of this story, I got it in and made it to evo bio with a minute to spare, and everyone around me clearly wondering what on earth I was so anxious about, and oh, how lucky she is to get that single open seat, it's not like she was checking the website every hour or anything.

And then today I missed that class I worked my ass off to get because there was no parking anywhere on campus, and I drove around campus like a shark for an hour hunting for people walking out so I could follow them and take their space.

Oh, and did I also mention how I have teenage girls staying in my apartment, and my roommate and I had to go save them from a terrible vacation at 10 pm last night an hour away? No? Well, that happened too. So I apologize to anyone who received a phone call late at night asking what you do to entertain teenage girls.

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