C'mon, you've Gotta be kidding me!!!

I normally don't blog twice in a day but this I had to vent.

So I'm walking outta the house, heading for class, and just for fun I check my coat pocket for my Upass. I can't ride the bus to school without my Upass. So its not in my coat pocket, so I check my pants pocket, and so its not in my pants pocket. I'm like, okay, I'm cool. RomiE, in an attempt to keep me organized gave me this "purse", is what I call it, that’s stores all of my credits cards, ID's and such. So I'm like my Upass should be in there. I grab my purse, unzip it….and nothing, no Upass. So I freak, I started snatching looking behind shit, under shit, flipping covers under comforters and I can't find my Upass. I'm running late for class. So I then debate whether or not to even go.

If there was a quiz, I missed it, so why even bother, right? But then I realized I still have to go to work so I still had to find my Upass so I might as wel take my ass to class too, cuz if I was gonna not go to something today, I would not go to work but I have to, so I might as well take my black ass to class.

Fifteen minutes from that revelation I found my Upass…stuck in some miscellaneous crevice of my purse. ArGH!!!! Sorry about the house, RomiE. So I'm running down the street, pushing little kids outta the way, and there's no bus, AND its snowing, so I'm cold. SO I give the bus (the 75th) a few minutes, decide its not coming and start walking down to the other bus that actually drops me off in front of my school building (the number 14). I get mid way and the 75th street bus pulls up behind me. What a wasted walk. I get on it-it takes me to the end of the block where I get off to wait on the stop for the OTHER bus, the number 14. It doesn't come. There grows a crowd of people you would not believe and the freaking bus does not come. I'm tapping my shoes, I'm checking my watch, I'm counting sheep and the 14 doesn't show up. FUCK. Class starts at One o'clock, and here it is 12 forty something. It takes the number 14 at least 20 minutes to reach my school…and its no where in sight. So finally it shows up. But the crowd so thick on the street, it passes me up. FUCK! The next bus after that was a number 15, which doesn't go anywhere near my school but puts me in the vicinity to catch another bus that does, so I take it. Times ticking. I call my teacher, leave a message, tell him I'm gonna be late, and get off the fifteen and was just in time to actually catch a number 14 bus that was running behind it.

So I get to class twenty minutes late, and the only seat available is this seat next to the my teacher who is already in mid lecture about rhyming words, (it’s a poetry class). So I look at him, and he looks at me, and I swear this class is so boring, it borders torment. I fell asleep. I feel asleep so hard I heard my head knock against the table when it crashed. I woke up, class was damn near over. The teacher had paired everyone off in these little discussion groups and after I woke up he assigned me to this pair of white boys and I'm looking all stupid cuz I don't know what's going on and they're well into whatever the hell we were assigned and I'm like…yeah….I see.

Class end with my teacher announcing that our "Anthology projects" are due next week, and how he was looking forward to seeing what we came up with and I'm like FUCK! I thought that was dues last day of class, May 13…but misread the due date because OBVIOUSLY its due March 13. I'm going to fail something this semester. I just emailed another teacher about an extension on a paper that’s due this Wednesday. I won't be able to finish it. In my defense I was given the prompt for the wrong paper but did recognize it until last week and she gave us 3 weeks for this assignment. I don't know what the hell I was thinking. Well she asked if I needed more time on the paper, and I was going to tell her no but in light of now having to pull together this other project I'm gonna need the time to focus. I am so tired of this already. I got my work station set up at RomiE's, I'm hoping things are gonna have to get better. They just have to.

I'm hoping.

Jennifer emailed me back. She sounded all excited about the idea of owning that camera and said Chris, her brother, another Photography was intending on purchasing the exact same model. I plan on calling her tomorrow. Right now, I need to think of poetry and lunch. ArGH!!!