Terrorist.
It's a very difficult feeling to describe when you have a lack of sleep. I woke up at 07:30 hours this morning and I felt like my head could fall off my shoulders. I set my alarm for 40 mins and went back to sleep. When I woke up again the result was the same to a lesser degree. Karen messaged me online telling me I better show up to class today. She was right though, I've missed a lot of classes cause of projects and cause they were showing this movie WallStreet for a couple of weeks. I got my stuff together and went to school. I managed to run and catch the EastBank bus at the Alymer stop. Some guy got on the bus, he was overweight and had this long pea coat on, chubby face, and some weird toque with thick braided strings attached at the ear flaps with a hoodie sweater over it. He just gave me the evil eye for some reason. I had my oakely's on so he couldn't see my eyes but I remained motionless. I just wanted to say "Buddy, what the fuck are you looking at?" But I did not.
I walk into class and there is a different professor standing there. She's short and wide, long red coat with gold colour buttons. Grey hair that is very straight and to her shoulders. I was a little weirded out when she asked the class "Why am I here?" Apparently a lot of students have her in ADMN 350, which is a required full year course for B.B.A. students. So a lot of students in that class were joking with her. She was kind of obscene too saying the "F bomb" over and over. Of course I don't really mind cause I say it all the time too. The whole lecture was about the dependant relationship between manager and employee and compared it to the dependable relationship between teacher and student. We are experts in this sort of relationship and she went around asking everyone for examples. When she got to me I told her how I love to give something back to the professor or teacher that let's them remember the experience. Like photocopying my notes because I always jot down quotes the professor say in class when they go off on a tangent. Or I take a polaroid of the class and give it to the teacher. Stephen Regoczei still thanks me for the polaroid picture of the teepee on campus. He claims that I gave him a teepee. You wouldn't get it. One thing that stood out during her lecture was when she claimed to read eyes (not minds) and the eyes tell your story. "At least four people didn't eat breakfast" She said. Walked up close to me "And at least four people didn't get any sleep and have to keep their eyes open with toothpicks." How could she possibly know I didn't get any sleep?
After class I went up to the business office to pick up my Retail Marketing paper. After I get it I look at the back for the mark. 56% was written in pencil with Arabic-like scribble that I guess were what I did wrong. I was completely demoralized from seeing that mark. Thoughts invaded my head of having to re-take the course in the summer, or dropping the course, but knowing that could never happen. So the only option was to talk to the professor. I had an hour before my next lecture so I went to cheer myself up by getting a pizza and coke. And like the computer supply in Trent, every cafeteria on campus was out of pizza. At that point I was just more and more emotionally lost. I was just aimlessly walking around campus. I finally walked all the way to the Great Hall to get some plain cheese pizza. I sat there overlooking the Otonabee river. The current was flowing at a rapid rate, of course I've seen this before being a Champlain resident for my first couple years at Trent. It's an indication of fluctuation in ice flows, so spring weather is approaching fast. I sort of felt sick after eating the pizza though, not sure why. Almost like a tiny pain in my abdomen.
I got up and went back to Gzowski and just sat on one of the benches by the windows. I leaned back so the back of my head rested on the glass. I closed my eyes and concentrated on my breathing. I could almost fall asleep. The basement (or red light district) was busy with students running to and fro. This section of the school feels like the most like where I belong. It's where the Business Admin wing is, and I always run into people I know there. The basement is where nearly all my classes are so I am there everyday pretty much. When I was in the English program I never really had a place that I felt like I belonged too, nor did I make too many friends in my classes. The ones I did have all left or I do not see anymore. Business students on the other hand, I see them at business socials and at the bars and what not. Class begins and I sit with Karen again. I jot down some notes and then I see Karen making up a grid. Last week I started up a game of SOS with her, which is a great way to make lectures go faster. We played that game again for the last 30 mins of lecture.
Afterwards I went to talk to the professor about my mark and the unreadable comments he made about it. It bids me to follow him to his office to have the conversation. He leads me and a bunch of other students upwards to his office. Someone goes in before me so I wait in line with Meesha and Tracy. I've had Tracy in my COST 261H class years back with my good friend Will. She's a really short and soft-spoken girl who is really sweet and kind. Meesha is someone I met in my Communications class, she's brown as well, really pleasant looking face and wonderful smile. It was actually funny I normally wouldn't have went up to make her acquintance, but she started to talk to me about my polaroid pictures after my presentation for that Communications class. We've been "Hey there" friends ever since. We were talking about summer school and classes and stuff, in El-Amir's office we can hear the professor yelling back at the student with the door wide open. "Oh man... great, I have to go in there to talk to my paper as well, and now he's upset." I said. Tracy made a wincing face and squeaked a good luck to me. The student left the room in a huff.
I go in there and immediately shut the door because I don't want anyone to hear him yell at me. I show him the paper and he goes over his comments. He think questions me on my essay about what I meant by this, how do these things relate. And to be honest I told him. "-I mean, I haven't literally looked at this paper in a month, I can't honestly tell you the connection I wrote cause I can see it right now, and I don't have the lecture notes on me." I said, sort of trying to lower my voice. At one point in the conversation I said: "Look, is it possible that I could get a re-read of my essay, cause I really don't see how I should only get a 56%." He confirms that I can get a re-read (which sort of helped me in an English class. Sort of.), but he continues to scan through the essay questioning me some more. "Well I can see what you were trying to say here now from looking over it and talking to you, I probably looked over it fast, and I was harse on the marking grade." He continues to scan it. "I can bump this mark up." Continues to scan and read blurbs from my essay. He checks his watch over and over because it's close to seminar teaching time. "Yes well compared to other papers I would not give this more than a 70%, and talking to you I can see that you do know what you're talking about, you just need to focus on the links more. And so I'll give you 75% because I was wrong in my marking, it was my mistake." At this point I had to make sure my jaw didn't drop, I did not actually think he'd break and give me a deserving mark. Or was it deserving? So I just nod my head and almost whisper an okay. And a thank you. I walk out of the office with a 75% on my paper and a smirk on my face.
I grab a strawberry milk (best shit in the world) to celebrate. Definitely a mood change from this morning. I heard from Kristen that they are watching a video in class, so I walk upstairs and get on the EastBank bus heading back towards civilization. Beside me is that same guy who gave me the evil eye.
Continuity I suppose.
I walk into class and there is a different professor standing there. She's short and wide, long red coat with gold colour buttons. Grey hair that is very straight and to her shoulders. I was a little weirded out when she asked the class "Why am I here?" Apparently a lot of students have her in ADMN 350, which is a required full year course for B.B.A. students. So a lot of students in that class were joking with her. She was kind of obscene too saying the "F bomb" over and over. Of course I don't really mind cause I say it all the time too. The whole lecture was about the dependant relationship between manager and employee and compared it to the dependable relationship between teacher and student. We are experts in this sort of relationship and she went around asking everyone for examples. When she got to me I told her how I love to give something back to the professor or teacher that let's them remember the experience. Like photocopying my notes because I always jot down quotes the professor say in class when they go off on a tangent. Or I take a polaroid of the class and give it to the teacher. Stephen Regoczei still thanks me for the polaroid picture of the teepee on campus. He claims that I gave him a teepee. You wouldn't get it. One thing that stood out during her lecture was when she claimed to read eyes (not minds) and the eyes tell your story. "At least four people didn't eat breakfast" She said. Walked up close to me "And at least four people didn't get any sleep and have to keep their eyes open with toothpicks." How could she possibly know I didn't get any sleep?
After class I went up to the business office to pick up my Retail Marketing paper. After I get it I look at the back for the mark. 56% was written in pencil with Arabic-like scribble that I guess were what I did wrong. I was completely demoralized from seeing that mark. Thoughts invaded my head of having to re-take the course in the summer, or dropping the course, but knowing that could never happen. So the only option was to talk to the professor. I had an hour before my next lecture so I went to cheer myself up by getting a pizza and coke. And like the computer supply in Trent, every cafeteria on campus was out of pizza. At that point I was just more and more emotionally lost. I was just aimlessly walking around campus. I finally walked all the way to the Great Hall to get some plain cheese pizza. I sat there overlooking the Otonabee river. The current was flowing at a rapid rate, of course I've seen this before being a Champlain resident for my first couple years at Trent. It's an indication of fluctuation in ice flows, so spring weather is approaching fast. I sort of felt sick after eating the pizza though, not sure why. Almost like a tiny pain in my abdomen.
I got up and went back to Gzowski and just sat on one of the benches by the windows. I leaned back so the back of my head rested on the glass. I closed my eyes and concentrated on my breathing. I could almost fall asleep. The basement (or red light district) was busy with students running to and fro. This section of the school feels like the most like where I belong. It's where the Business Admin wing is, and I always run into people I know there. The basement is where nearly all my classes are so I am there everyday pretty much. When I was in the English program I never really had a place that I felt like I belonged too, nor did I make too many friends in my classes. The ones I did have all left or I do not see anymore. Business students on the other hand, I see them at business socials and at the bars and what not. Class begins and I sit with Karen again. I jot down some notes and then I see Karen making up a grid. Last week I started up a game of SOS with her, which is a great way to make lectures go faster. We played that game again for the last 30 mins of lecture.
Afterwards I went to talk to the professor about my mark and the unreadable comments he made about it. It bids me to follow him to his office to have the conversation. He leads me and a bunch of other students upwards to his office. Someone goes in before me so I wait in line with Meesha and Tracy. I've had Tracy in my COST 261H class years back with my good friend Will. She's a really short and soft-spoken girl who is really sweet and kind. Meesha is someone I met in my Communications class, she's brown as well, really pleasant looking face and wonderful smile. It was actually funny I normally wouldn't have went up to make her acquintance, but she started to talk to me about my polaroid pictures after my presentation for that Communications class. We've been "Hey there" friends ever since. We were talking about summer school and classes and stuff, in El-Amir's office we can hear the professor yelling back at the student with the door wide open. "Oh man... great, I have to go in there to talk to my paper as well, and now he's upset." I said. Tracy made a wincing face and squeaked a good luck to me. The student left the room in a huff.
I go in there and immediately shut the door because I don't want anyone to hear him yell at me. I show him the paper and he goes over his comments. He think questions me on my essay about what I meant by this, how do these things relate. And to be honest I told him. "-I mean, I haven't literally looked at this paper in a month, I can't honestly tell you the connection I wrote cause I can see it right now, and I don't have the lecture notes on me." I said, sort of trying to lower my voice. At one point in the conversation I said: "Look, is it possible that I could get a re-read of my essay, cause I really don't see how I should only get a 56%." He confirms that I can get a re-read (which sort of helped me in an English class. Sort of.), but he continues to scan through the essay questioning me some more. "Well I can see what you were trying to say here now from looking over it and talking to you, I probably looked over it fast, and I was harse on the marking grade." He continues to scan it. "I can bump this mark up." Continues to scan and read blurbs from my essay. He checks his watch over and over because it's close to seminar teaching time. "Yes well compared to other papers I would not give this more than a 70%, and talking to you I can see that you do know what you're talking about, you just need to focus on the links more. And so I'll give you 75% because I was wrong in my marking, it was my mistake." At this point I had to make sure my jaw didn't drop, I did not actually think he'd break and give me a deserving mark. Or was it deserving? So I just nod my head and almost whisper an okay. And a thank you. I walk out of the office with a 75% on my paper and a smirk on my face.
I grab a strawberry milk (best shit in the world) to celebrate. Definitely a mood change from this morning. I heard from Kristen that they are watching a video in class, so I walk upstairs and get on the EastBank bus heading back towards civilization. Beside me is that same guy who gave me the evil eye.
Continuity I suppose.
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