This day has been horrible, and I don't even want to talk about it. I would rather just skip the memory of today entirely.
I woke up at 7:30 on the nose and got myself up and going. I didn't sleep well at all last night, and I knew that I had a long day ahead of me. I had a feeling like it was going to be a bad one. After doing my makeup and getting dressed I made myself a whole peanut butter and honey sandwich and responded to my Facebook messages. I managed to get honey and peanut butter all over my keyboard. I finished my coffee and left the house one minute late. A very bad sign indeed.
The sky was very gray today, and I shivered on my walk to school. I got to class and we started a few minutes late. They have begun to do construction right outside of our classroom, and today the workmen were right outside the window. I could see the top of one's head as I entered the room. My professor began to speak, and within moments a loud buzzer sound started outside. She couldn't even shout lout enough to drown out the noise. She left the room immediately, and returned with news. We were moving classrooms from Chanel to Marianne inside of Accent. We packed up and left.
I sat next to Raven in the second row inside of the dark and cramped classroom. Behind me were my favorite students--Talia, Hanna, and Anna. This morning I had to hear about how Talia was fighting with her ex-boyfriend all night about some nonsense while I was trying to read The Phantom Tollbooth. Now during class they were constantly having conversations and making comments about what was happening in class. I suddenly got very distracted and my head hurt. I was having trouble doing anything, and I really needed to focus today. We have our midterm on Thursday, and today was supposed to be a review. I couldn't hear my professor's soft voice their cheating in the row behind me during the practice dictation. Mon style préfèrer de musique? Je ne said pas. Our professor than went on a ramble about this musician from the sixties who appeared in a concert add without pants. Dear lord.
Next up was our break. I sat at the table in Accent and was trying to read the Phantom Tollbooth. The group of devils decided to stand behind me and chat. I think they're really trying to torment me. I finally went back inside the classroom because I couldn't take it anymore. My professor decided that we should learn the vocab for chores today, and I couldn't hear myself think over their comments. If I heard Talia exclaim how scared she was for her midterm that she hadn't studied for one more time I would have turned around and strangled her. I did manage to squeak out my sentence about "je fais solvent le lit". I had some odd satisfaction when Talia struggled to make her sentence. Should have been paying attention.
French concluded with our professor handing out a worksheet and letting us out a few minutes late. I went back upstairs to Chanel for my histories class, and noticed that the workmen were gone. I sat in my usual seat and started reading my book. I wasn't sure what we were going to do today in class considering that our midterm is tomorrow and it's all essay questions. We ended up talking about Les Invalides and discussing Napoleon III and Haussmann. The conversation really added some good stuff to my essay about urban builders. I was really grateful for the lecture; you know how insecure I've been feeling about that essay. It was too bad that Eli and the blonde girl sat near me and decided to chat. Why do kids think that it's okay to talk during class? You shouldn't be in class if you want to talk instead of learn.
After class I went straight home. The dew was so heavy that it felt like rain. Once home I immediately grabbed myself some cookies to keep my rumbling stomach at bay, and then wrote my first essay. This time my essay was almost three minutes over time. I don't know how that essay bloomed to that long, but I'm going to chalk it up to being tired and distracted. I also wasn't writing as quickly as normal. I heated up my spinach and white sauce lasagna from monoprix and turned my attention to doing my French homework. I did the worksheet that was passed out in class today with no problem. Next up was the tout ensembles for all of the chapters on the midterm as assigned on the syllabus. The first one went fine. The second and third ones were really a struggled for me. My headache had come back and it was cold in my room. No good at all.
With just about an hour before my pop class, I did my second histories essay. The midterms weeks schedule is different than our normal routine, so my pop class met tonight from 4:30 to 6. I wrote the second essay, and this one was two minutes over time! I added a lot of new information to the essay, but with two essays that are over time I'm going to really have to hurry tomorrow. It's off to the races for me the second the questions are passed out…and maybe a minute before.
I got dressed and listened to some Wavves king of the beach before heading to class. It was brutal cold walking to class, and the sky was getting darker every minute. I got to Accent to see a yellow slip in my mail section. My package from my mom came! She told me that she had sent me a white infinity scarf, the pens and highlighters I had requested, dry shampoo, ear plugs to quell the noise of the construction and annoying neighbors, thermal tights, and socks. I opened the box to find a card with a bejeweled owl on it. Everyone is shocked that I get so many packages, and Molly and I talked about my box before Mindy came in to tell us that our class was in a different room.
We went upstairs and the review started. I'm going to skip all the details and just give you a summary. I nearly started crying in class because I'm so overwhelmed. She expects no more than one blue book page per song! There are eight songs, and she has to play us a clip of each song and tell us a bit of the lyrics, AND we also have an essay to write all in 90 minutes. She said that we can pull in relevant information from lecture for the songs, but I don't think that I can write a whole page in no time flat! She said that she's definitely going to include some songs that we haven't heard. We did a practice song at the end of lecture. It was François Hardy, whom we've studied before, but it had strange instrumentation in it and a weird rhythm. For a control freak like me, this midterm is going to kill me. Remember when I said that I should direct my anger towards Mindy and that it's a really immature stance when I'm the real source of my problems? Is it immature if I take that back? I've had a change of heart. I hate her and her stupid class. I feel like she's all a lie. She acts like everything will be really easy, but in actuality it's way harder than she makes it out to be. She's also not an easy grader. Death.
I walked home with my package and tried not to cry. It was completely dark, and I was freezing. I knew that I just needed some popcorn and nutella and I would be all better. I came home to find out that my internet isn't working. It's now 9:49, and I made this discovery at 6:15pm. I know that I've been stealing internet since I got here, but I only do it because I have no other options. I can only still from one source, and that source isn't working. This was the last thing that needed to happen to me today. I tried not to fall to pieces while I unpacked my box, ate some nutella, and got my French book out.
I made popcorn so that I could munch on my dinner while reviewing the last few bits of French that I didn't get to this afternoon. After studying I kept trying the internet with no success. I took my shower hoping that it would improve my mood. Instead, my last razor broke. I couldn't take it anymore. I decided to paint my nails instead of studying. I painted my nails in silence and then finished my last few pages of The Phantom Tollbooth while they completely dried. I just finished the book, and I miss it already.
Last up for me was doing short fill in the blank questions to study for pop. I just copied down the genre questions from one of the lectures and then filled them in for each genre. Now I'm writing my sorrows to you. Tomorrow will be better.
FYI: I still don't have wifi. I'm currently posting this from the lobby of my building. Desperate times….
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