The day I plan on forgetting.

My day started out like any other...coffee.
I rolled out of my bunk bed, nearly kicking the fan out of the window, breaking the microwave, and stumbling around the cords blocking my way to a safe landing, and-- ah-- on the ground, alive. The new room layout sucks but, I am letting it go; hopefully I wont live here for very much longer. Anyway, I threw on another pair of pajama pants and searched for my cell phone. Ian's dad has been battling cancer for a few years now and just when they thought he has a chance at a few more months, he took a turn for the worse. I have been talking to him every day for the last couple of weeks just to make sure he is OK. I told Ian to call or text either way to let me know if/when he passes, day or night. I have really bad timing for leaving my cell phone at Shawn's.

I woke up at 9, I had three papers due, one in each of my classes and since my three classes are one right after another, I wouldn't have time to finish my Biology paper and print etc...After rushing through my Biology essay with an attached works cited page, I ran down with my three papers + works cited page saved on my trusty flash drive to the McDonald West computer lounge. The printer was out of ink. I went to the front desk where the printer was just "broken." Third and final shot with 20 min to go before class, the printer in the East lounge was out of paper...and my bad day begins.

I ended up walking into the first dorm room that I saw a printer and asked them if I could print a few things. I ran to class...about 10 minutes late and I am greeted at the door, "you know Carl just gave the class an extension on the paper?"

My 2nd class of the day was MEDT 205: HIV/AIDS. The only points given in class are for these short essays we write summarizing what we learned in the class before. They don't take long to write and are easy points. I really enjoy the class and don't mind the "busy work." I turned in my essay no problem...until I got back to my room to check my e-mail. I turned in last weeks essay again...

In between my MEDT 205 class and Bio 205, I had a little bit of time to run up to my dorm and shower. I completely lost track of time and slammed my laptop shut; somehow in the jumble of things I caught my pointer finger and tore it to ribbons. I grabbed what I thought were my keys and ran to the bathroom. I held my finger with a ton of pressure in the sink for 10 minutes...there was no sign of clotting... I was shoeless and keyless while spewing blood from my finger, not to mention already 5 minutes late for class. I ran down to the front desk and got a lock out key, grabbed shoes, my paper and bolted out the door with a tissue holding my finger tip on. I didn't realize how light-headed I was until I ran down four flights of stairs, across the street, and up another three flights. My professor 1/2 through class made another student drive me to the health clinic. I spent the rest of the afternoon in the doctors office getting the tip of my finger reattached.

After class I headed back to Shawn's dorm where I found my cell phone that had nearly exploded with messages and missed calls. I got the news Ian's dad had died and lost it.

This past week I missed Algebra due to the plague and my other finger(See Smurf Fingers). I had a lot of math homework to do so I went back to my dorm only to find my roommate listening to music, talking on the phone, talking to three other people who were standing in my room, and supposedly watching television. I don't need silence when I study but just the slightest bit of respect would be nice. I figured she wasn't watching TV because her back was to it so I turned it off; not 4 seconds later she flipped it back on and continued talking on the phone. We did this three times and after she "shuushed" me while I was crying on the phone with Ian, I broke. I slammed my stuff into my backpack and hit the road. I studied in the lounge and didn't come back till after my first class today. I cannot believe one person can be such a bitch...here is where you have to understand that I have heard her call me trailer trash and telling other people that I steel her mail. Understand, that I have HONESTLY never called her a bitch before to anyone, I keep my mouth shut, I don't talk to her, I don't touch her mail, I am never around...I have no problem with anyone until you cross the line first.

I am on the list with a friend of mine who is also having problems with her roommate to get a new room.

Three energy drinks later, a bag of peanut butter m&ms and ice cream, at four AM, I finished my math homework. I started today at 6:30AM with a meeting with my math teacher to play catch up.

Today has been better.