It started out all fine and dandy, until eleven o'clock rolled around and I had to take my music midterm. I had been freaking out about this midterm for awhile because I had to memorize over 50 songs, most of which did not have words.I have little musical talent and so it was hard for me to differentiate between the piano, violin, cello and the harpsichord. but nonetheless I had to and let's just say I was anything but prepared. along the lines of being prepared, I arrived to class only to find out that the test was on a scantron (I should have known) and I thankfully had a pencil. The draw back however was that it had no eraser. So I am going along, be-boppin through my test when all of sudden my pencil lead broke (I must not know my own strength). and so I was like great, and to make matters worse that was the last of my lead. Like there was nothing left in that bad boy and I was like bust, we are in the middle of a test I can't just ask everyone if they have an extra pencil. So I quietly ask the people around me if they have an extra and no one did. So I literally answered the last 50 questions with the one inch piece of lead that I had left. You better believe my hand a nice cramp after. Then of course I had no eraser and so my scantron was just a mess. I felt like I was being Punk'd, just waiting for Ashton Kutcher to come into the room. It also didn't help that I had no idea what any of the answers were. You try telling Beethoven, Mozart and Chopin apart in a thirty second clip. Not so easy my friends. I basically just wanted to walk out of the room and cry. but even though everything that could have gone wrong did, I pulled it together and finished. and the day just got even weirder from there.
after lunch my friends were going to the beach (because the weather here is great and it was like 80 degrees today and i LOVE it) but no I couldn't go because I had a two hour bio lab. yup, kickin' it in a classroom walst everyone was livin' it up at the beach. not to mention my classroom had broken AC and so it was a sauna. and the class before us dissected cats and so it smelled like shat. (sorry tyler if you are reading this, but it did). and so you could imagine by this point, I was not a happy camper. And so with it just being an off day, and just having really weird occurrences I wanted the day to end. Yet I had SO much to do still. But as I was talking to people throughout the day, I realized my "bad" day, wasn't even that bad compared to others. and here is why:
1. This poor girl on my hall had an appendicitis suddenly (I suppose they are all sudden, but you know) and so she was in the hospital and so it was great to go see her there, but sad because she was in pain. And so I feel like having that happen is worse then my bad day.( but she didn't even keep them in a jar. i totally would)
2. another girl on my hall has pink eye. enough said.
3. AND my friends cat has to be put down. even though I really dislike cats, I wouldn't wish death upon them (well at least not this cat). and that is just super sad.
and so when I was feeling sorry for my self, and having a nice little pity party I realized that even though I probably failed my music midterm, couldn't go to the beach, smelled like formaldehyde from the bio lab, AND i didn't even see a leprechaun, my day could have been worse. And so my heart goes out to the ladies that I mentioned because their days were REALLY unlucky. plus, this bad day was nothing a little night tennis couldn't cure.
welp, that's all I have for today. just a rant on my day and i am SO excited for it to finally be over. thanks a heap st. Patrick, today was a big bust.
I wish I could have at least seen this today. perhaps next year.
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