Shamed: Part 2.
Yeah I know I haven't posted this yet. But here it is. I've been playing way too much EVE Online. Thank God it's only a 14 day trial, otherwise I'd be failing out of school. It's definitely something I want to continue with after school though cause it is so damn fun. Also have to head to Cottage Toys after this post, my dad gave me the go ahead on some SWEET Globe shoes that are 50% off. So this post might be shorter than usual.
After accounting class I made my way through the basement of Gzowski. With the red cylinder lights beaming down, the small cafe that looks like an open office break room, and students fast walking about. It's about 10:45 and I really need to finish that write up for HRM class at 12:00 for when I hand in the paper so I made my way to the OC computer lab. It's full. Wait, there's a computer. I turn it on and get to the log in screen.
THIS COMPUTER IS LOCKED
I tried to enter my password in anyways, I have little faith in Trent security. But it didn't work. If only I brought my Linux OS on a CD I could have booted it up and used the computer. I wonder if one could get in trouble for that. Luckily a student popped out of her seat and shut down the computer, so I took my stuff over there and sat down and proceeded to type out the write up. Oh shit, I don't have one of my group members student nos. I called up Chris and left a message. I went over to print it out and weirdly enough I didn't have insert my pay card for it to print. Went back down to check some e-mail. It was extremely hot sitting there for some reason, I didn't want to take off my sweater though cause unless you are a fucking escape artist then usually the shirt comes off with it.
Dr. Dre - Big Egos
I walk down the halls of O.C. glancing at the other students that pass me by. I roam in the catacombs underneath to see if anyone is in that computer lab. I remember Aidan use to be there all the time doing Physic work, and talking about the last awesome party he went to. Kelly shows up there once in a while, though he hasn't lately, I think the reason is he may be finished the computer aspect to his degree. Not sure though.
I realize then that I need a stapler so I walk around still looking for one. Hey the Aramark office! Aaramark is a friendly place they'll lend one. I walk in and a couple of students are trying to get a job there. It almost sounds like their arguing. A lady walks up to me and asks if I need any help. I told her I needed a stapler and she reached behind the desk and gave it to me. Hey it's the swingline from Office Space! But it's black. Note: When I inserted the link to stapler up above I found out that the actual red stapler in the movie was a painted black one. I punch the thing down and go about my way.
I buy a thing of juice and make my way to HRM class to hand in the paper. I walk in and sit down at the front like I usually do. The TA of the class is busy taking papers and sorting them around and talking to other students, whom seem to have issues with the way the simulation is going for them. Sometimes it throws you a curveball and leaves you frustrated. That happend to my group the last time. The TA is actually pretty attractive, I think she's a year younger than me. I've had her as a classmate in numorous other classes, she is really really skinny. I mean like a size 2 waist. Very long wavy brown hair, and a mouse-like face. Chris runs up to me and pens down his student number. I go up to hand in the paper.
"Here you go." I look at her oddly. Cause she's looking with squinted eyes and a side look.
"It's... my paper... for this decision set. Thing." I explain.
She just continues to look at me that way.
"Why are you looking at me that way?"
"Oh sorry, I thought you had a question or something." And she laughs. I laugh too, but I really don't see how it's funny.
So 30 minutes into class I have to piss really badly, I know that there is a break coming up soon but I can't wait any longer. So I go and made my way back into class. About ten minutes later he issues a break. I just sit there and play some more tunes on my MD player.
Usher - Confessions
I look over and the TA took off her sweater and now is wearing a tight black shirt with lace around the edge. The shirt doesn't make it's way down to the jeans... wait a minute... is that stack the midterms!? Sweet! I wonder if they are marked, they look marked. The prof begins to talk again and I turn off the music. "Orh kay, we have dah midtwerms maarked and will be giving back hafter the class." I love his thick accent, sounds like Kahn from King of the Hill. I wait and wait, take down notes here and there. Shit. I gotta piss again. But what if this is the time he finishes the class and I have to wait for my midterm. I can't wait. I calmy walk out of the class during the lecture again. No more juice before class. I get back and luckily he was on the same slide. Five minutes later he and the TA split up giving them back. They stand in the front of the class with a stack each and we come up according to our last name. I have to go up to the prof. I'm third in line. The person in front gets his midterm and the prof says "great job." I overheard later that he got a 85% which was great.
"Name?"
"Hunter."
He flicks through some pages. Looks down for a second.
"Matt?"
"Yeah."
He whips out the paper and extends it out rounding it with his fingers. He bows his head down. For a second I didn't want to take the paper from him, he can't be shaming me like this can he? I take the paper. This isn't good. 61.1%. He didn't even want to look at me with this mark. Oh well.
Well class was over so I made myself feel better the best way I can. A plain cheese pizza slice and milk. At least I did realy well in accounting.
Ok that's the end of the story, I know it sucks, but I don't want to type anymore. This Saturday though I am going to THE JUNCTION and I want to do something crazy for this blog. So be ready for it!
Peace.
The Dishonour
After accounting class I made my way through the basement of Gzowski. With the red cylinder lights beaming down, the small cafe that looks like an open office break room, and students fast walking about. It's about 10:45 and I really need to finish that write up for HRM class at 12:00 for when I hand in the paper so I made my way to the OC computer lab. It's full. Wait, there's a computer. I turn it on and get to the log in screen.
THIS COMPUTER IS LOCKED
I tried to enter my password in anyways, I have little faith in Trent security. But it didn't work. If only I brought my Linux OS on a CD I could have booted it up and used the computer. I wonder if one could get in trouble for that. Luckily a student popped out of her seat and shut down the computer, so I took my stuff over there and sat down and proceeded to type out the write up. Oh shit, I don't have one of my group members student nos. I called up Chris and left a message. I went over to print it out and weirdly enough I didn't have insert my pay card for it to print. Went back down to check some e-mail. It was extremely hot sitting there for some reason, I didn't want to take off my sweater though cause unless you are a fucking escape artist then usually the shirt comes off with it.
Dr. Dre - Big Egos
I walk down the halls of O.C. glancing at the other students that pass me by. I roam in the catacombs underneath to see if anyone is in that computer lab. I remember Aidan use to be there all the time doing Physic work, and talking about the last awesome party he went to. Kelly shows up there once in a while, though he hasn't lately, I think the reason is he may be finished the computer aspect to his degree. Not sure though.
I realize then that I need a stapler so I walk around still looking for one. Hey the Aramark office! Aaramark is a friendly place they'll lend one. I walk in and a couple of students are trying to get a job there. It almost sounds like their arguing. A lady walks up to me and asks if I need any help. I told her I needed a stapler and she reached behind the desk and gave it to me. Hey it's the swingline from Office Space! But it's black. Note: When I inserted the link to stapler up above I found out that the actual red stapler in the movie was a painted black one. I punch the thing down and go about my way.
I buy a thing of juice and make my way to HRM class to hand in the paper. I walk in and sit down at the front like I usually do. The TA of the class is busy taking papers and sorting them around and talking to other students, whom seem to have issues with the way the simulation is going for them. Sometimes it throws you a curveball and leaves you frustrated. That happend to my group the last time. The TA is actually pretty attractive, I think she's a year younger than me. I've had her as a classmate in numorous other classes, she is really really skinny. I mean like a size 2 waist. Very long wavy brown hair, and a mouse-like face. Chris runs up to me and pens down his student number. I go up to hand in the paper.
"Here you go." I look at her oddly. Cause she's looking with squinted eyes and a side look.
"It's... my paper... for this decision set. Thing." I explain.
She just continues to look at me that way.
"Why are you looking at me that way?"
"Oh sorry, I thought you had a question or something." And she laughs. I laugh too, but I really don't see how it's funny.
So 30 minutes into class I have to piss really badly, I know that there is a break coming up soon but I can't wait any longer. So I go and made my way back into class. About ten minutes later he issues a break. I just sit there and play some more tunes on my MD player.
Usher - Confessions
I look over and the TA took off her sweater and now is wearing a tight black shirt with lace around the edge. The shirt doesn't make it's way down to the jeans... wait a minute... is that stack the midterms!? Sweet! I wonder if they are marked, they look marked. The prof begins to talk again and I turn off the music. "Orh kay, we have dah midtwerms maarked and will be giving back hafter the class." I love his thick accent, sounds like Kahn from King of the Hill. I wait and wait, take down notes here and there. Shit. I gotta piss again. But what if this is the time he finishes the class and I have to wait for my midterm. I can't wait. I calmy walk out of the class during the lecture again. No more juice before class. I get back and luckily he was on the same slide. Five minutes later he and the TA split up giving them back. They stand in the front of the class with a stack each and we come up according to our last name. I have to go up to the prof. I'm third in line. The person in front gets his midterm and the prof says "great job." I overheard later that he got a 85% which was great.
"Name?"
"Hunter."
He flicks through some pages. Looks down for a second.
"Matt?"
"Yeah."
He whips out the paper and extends it out rounding it with his fingers. He bows his head down. For a second I didn't want to take the paper from him, he can't be shaming me like this can he? I take the paper. This isn't good. 61.1%. He didn't even want to look at me with this mark. Oh well.
Well class was over so I made myself feel better the best way I can. A plain cheese pizza slice and milk. At least I did realy well in accounting.
Ok that's the end of the story, I know it sucks, but I don't want to type anymore. This Saturday though I am going to THE JUNCTION and I want to do something crazy for this blog. So be ready for it!
Peace.
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