My Dummy Hand.
My alarm on my JetAudio player woke me up to some Zero 7 I layed in bed in the early hours at around 07:00 hours. Today is not going to be a good day. When I finally awoke I played around on my computer expecting the phone call from my dad. Came right on mark at 08:00 hours. After he hung up I got ready to get into the shower, I took three steps and my phone rang again. I bolted back to answer it so that it doesn't wake up the roomates. "Yeah?"
"Did you double check your exam time?"
"Yes, I already told you, 2 o' clock, 14 hundred hours!"
"Ok, see you in an hour."
The whole time in the shower my brain simulated the ringtone that my cell phone has, it was driving me nuts to hear it inside my head over and over almost as if I was actually hearing it ring. Needless to say as soon as I got out of the shower I put my cell phone on silent.
My dad finally arrived and I got my stuff ready to go because he offered to drop me off at the library. He gave me some pop, water, and leftovers from their turkey dinner. Mashed potatoes and turkey drumsticks. I put those in my fridge upstairs to ensure none of the roommates eat it. I hop in the car and we drive to campus. It was almost reminiscent of all the times I rode in the car going to campus with him because it was a rare occasion. Hasn't happend since I was in residence last. I peered into the side mirror as we zoomed past the Peterborough zoo, I could see the mirrored blurry reflections of the green trees as I starred at my face behind my shades. My skin looked synthetic and plastic, sagging around the cheeks. My lips were a light pink with little bristles underneath my bottom lip. I took my fingers and pulled on the synthetic skin to test it. It was real.
He dropped me off and I gave him instructions on how to get out and I went on my way to the Great Hall. I took out $20 dollars from the ATM and hit the caf. I was the only one in there so I paced back and forth looking for something to consume at 09:30 hours in the morning. Pacing back and forth I looked at the tiny offerings of cereal, candy, soda pop, a couple nutrientgrain bars left over, pastries of all sorts but nothing desireable. The caf worker stood near the grill section at me, probably as anxious as I was to make a decision. I finally find a crossient and some butter and take that. I sit down at one of the tables overlooking the river. The sunlight is breaking through some of the evergreens and through the windowed doors leading to the ouside shining on the tiled floor below my feet. I butter my crossient and eat it. I then take out my books and start to study for accounting. I sit and study, writing down the answer for a case study that I know will be on the exam.
"You're in 102 eh?" Someone says to me. I look up and there is a guy standing there with buzzed black hair and looks sorta of goofy.
"Yeah."
"How's that treating you?"
"Pretty good I guess, just going over the case studies."
"Did you get the answers online?"
As a side note here in case you're confused at this point. Our accounting prof gave us the exam in advance, 20 short answers and 3 case studies, and said 15 short answers and 2 cases will be on the exam. So someone posted the answers online.
"Yeah, but some of them were really wrong, so I'm doing it myself."
"Yeah I noticed that too, well we're going to be at the library if you want to study with us."
"Alright man." I said. I knew very well that I wasn't going to the library to study with those morons.
I got back to work and tried desperately to finish the case. I'm starting to grumble in the stomach. Fuck, alright, I'll just go to the washroom and come back. It's starting to pain up and I'm wondering what the hell was in that pastry. I go to the secret washroom near the senior common room. I sit down on the toilet and look around for the usual graffiti. What the heck did you think I was going to say? To my right I notice some red ink. It scribbled "look right toilet tennis" with a red box around it. I looked to my right and saw nothing on the walls. I examined the area some more and found a faded away red box on the toilet paper dispenser that had "Loo le" in it. Janitor probably tried to wash it all away and only got some of it. My toilet tennis was interupted by the sound of the large wooden doors opening from the outside. The washroom door open and some guy walks in. I look below the stall door to see his shoes, I lean forward to look through the crack and the guy looks in the mirror and checks his spikey hair and walks back out. Clearly upset that I occupied the sole stall in this washroom.
I get out wash my hands and head back to the caf to study some more. To my surprise Vishald is sitting at the tables surprised to see me. We sit down and hit the books.
Part 2 tomorrow.
Peace.
"Did you double check your exam time?"
"Yes, I already told you, 2 o' clock, 14 hundred hours!"
"Ok, see you in an hour."
The whole time in the shower my brain simulated the ringtone that my cell phone has, it was driving me nuts to hear it inside my head over and over almost as if I was actually hearing it ring. Needless to say as soon as I got out of the shower I put my cell phone on silent.
My dad finally arrived and I got my stuff ready to go because he offered to drop me off at the library. He gave me some pop, water, and leftovers from their turkey dinner. Mashed potatoes and turkey drumsticks. I put those in my fridge upstairs to ensure none of the roommates eat it. I hop in the car and we drive to campus. It was almost reminiscent of all the times I rode in the car going to campus with him because it was a rare occasion. Hasn't happend since I was in residence last. I peered into the side mirror as we zoomed past the Peterborough zoo, I could see the mirrored blurry reflections of the green trees as I starred at my face behind my shades. My skin looked synthetic and plastic, sagging around the cheeks. My lips were a light pink with little bristles underneath my bottom lip. I took my fingers and pulled on the synthetic skin to test it. It was real.
He dropped me off and I gave him instructions on how to get out and I went on my way to the Great Hall. I took out $20 dollars from the ATM and hit the caf. I was the only one in there so I paced back and forth looking for something to consume at 09:30 hours in the morning. Pacing back and forth I looked at the tiny offerings of cereal, candy, soda pop, a couple nutrientgrain bars left over, pastries of all sorts but nothing desireable. The caf worker stood near the grill section at me, probably as anxious as I was to make a decision. I finally find a crossient and some butter and take that. I sit down at one of the tables overlooking the river. The sunlight is breaking through some of the evergreens and through the windowed doors leading to the ouside shining on the tiled floor below my feet. I butter my crossient and eat it. I then take out my books and start to study for accounting. I sit and study, writing down the answer for a case study that I know will be on the exam.
"You're in 102 eh?" Someone says to me. I look up and there is a guy standing there with buzzed black hair and looks sorta of goofy.
"Yeah."
"How's that treating you?"
"Pretty good I guess, just going over the case studies."
"Did you get the answers online?"
As a side note here in case you're confused at this point. Our accounting prof gave us the exam in advance, 20 short answers and 3 case studies, and said 15 short answers and 2 cases will be on the exam. So someone posted the answers online.
"Yeah, but some of them were really wrong, so I'm doing it myself."
"Yeah I noticed that too, well we're going to be at the library if you want to study with us."
"Alright man." I said. I knew very well that I wasn't going to the library to study with those morons.
I got back to work and tried desperately to finish the case. I'm starting to grumble in the stomach. Fuck, alright, I'll just go to the washroom and come back. It's starting to pain up and I'm wondering what the hell was in that pastry. I go to the secret washroom near the senior common room. I sit down on the toilet and look around for the usual graffiti. What the heck did you think I was going to say? To my right I notice some red ink. It scribbled "look right toilet tennis" with a red box around it. I looked to my right and saw nothing on the walls. I examined the area some more and found a faded away red box on the toilet paper dispenser that had "Loo le" in it. Janitor probably tried to wash it all away and only got some of it. My toilet tennis was interupted by the sound of the large wooden doors opening from the outside. The washroom door open and some guy walks in. I look below the stall door to see his shoes, I lean forward to look through the crack and the guy looks in the mirror and checks his spikey hair and walks back out. Clearly upset that I occupied the sole stall in this washroom.
I get out wash my hands and head back to the caf to study some more. To my surprise Vishald is sitting at the tables surprised to see me. We sit down and hit the books.
Part 2 tomorrow.
Peace.
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