Livejournal was made so that ordinary people (like myself) could rant about random things in life.....

It is now my turn to rant about one of the worst weeks ever in the history of my college career.......fun non?
(long post, bear with me, there will be pictures)

 

The week started off innocently enough. Nothing strange happened, just a normal day as I went to class and then began to make study guides for my Bio and Orgo. Chem tests I had later on in the week. Also, Gossip Girl was on that night so I watched that while I studied a bit.

Seemed like a normal week in the eyes of a college student. But Then.......things turned for the worst.....

 

Normally Tuesdays are my favorite days of the week because the ROTC men and women dress up in their uniforms. It's like walking through the movie "an officer and a gentlemen" around campus and let me tell you.......no matter what the guys look like in real life.......they're smokin hott in uniform.

 

But Waking up to the sounds of the ROTC Navy shouting "YES SIR" outside of my dorm at 6am........not fun.

 

After class I went back to my dorm room. Luckily my dorm room is laid out so that I get my own room next to the bathroom. My room is also interconnected with another room that a potential roommate could have as well (kind of like in a hotel). This year, my roommate backed out on the dorm contract in order to become an RA.... thus I had 2 rooms all to myself. :-)

Well........
 

Tuesday afternoon, I got a knock on my door..........
 

No warning........she just showed up........!!!!!
 

I, like a normal person when presented with 2 rooms to live in, had tons of random crap all in my second room. So I said to this random roommate girl.....

"Um, I have tons of crap in your room right now that I'll have to move.....Could you move in like tomorrow instead?"

Thankfully she said yes. But it took me about 1.5 hours to get all my stuff from her room back into my room and I had to rearrange my room so that it could all fit and I spent a literal 15minutes trying to decide where my fish would go. It was a pain.

*yes I have a fish in my dorm, yes he is awesome*

*his name is Edison, I won him at my junior after prom. He's a bit old but I love him*
 

Afterwards I wrote a very stern email to the president of my residential college's dorm. He replied saying...
"You have a new roomie. I didn't know that. If I did, you would have been the first to know"
 

So basically, this girl calls housing dept., demands to move in and in the same day knocks on my door without telling a soul? Nice.....

An email would have been lovely,........any form of prewarning would have been fabulous. Thanks......



*at least there was House MD on that night*

Orgo lab.........it's not that I don't like it........it's more that it frightens me......

*like that*
 

Partially because of the TA's
 

My TA is a big guy that literally doesn't give a shit and often has that look on his face that says "why am I here when I don't want to be? I hate my life." He has this face on mostly while he sips his coffee and reads a magazine as we do our lab.

Don't believe me?....Proof is in his words....

"Hey guys, part three in this experiment is 100% not going to work right. You guys will raise your hands and tell me that it doesn't work right. I will then proceed to tell you to keep going with the procedure. You guys will raise your hands again to tell me that it won't work and then we'll go home. ok? GO!"

The TA in the group behind me is a scary, small little French lady that gives pop quizzes and yells a bunch. I do believe she's the scariest of them all.......

She yelled at me for having the "wrong shoes". She's not even my TA (infact my TA doesn't care because he wears short sleeves in lab)

The safety agreement states "closed toed shoes". My shoes are closed toed. It's not my fault that they are ballet flats which don't close over the top of my feet too.

Not my fault that the safety agreement is non-specific. GRRRRR

And the TA of the group in front of my is an OCD Asian dude who goes around the room constantly making sure the lids to all of the solution containers are closed. And yes, he did yell at us when one of the lids was off and threaten to dock us all 50% of our points.

 

So after orgo I walk back to my dorm to find out that Mrs. Obama is in town today. I was unfortunately too late to see her but the "Obama fair" I should say was still around outside of my dorm. It was annoying.....Nothing against Obama really.......I was more annoyed by the fact that Brooks and Dunn was being blasted from speakers in the general direction of my room........*twitch*

yes we can......Obama likes to say? How about yes we can turn off the country music, thanks....

 

Wednesday night I stayed up fairly late to study for my Orgo test for the next night......too bad I forgot I had a French quiz that morning

*panic*
 

Pour que, je suis sure que je me suis rate mon interro. (that roughly translates to, I bombed my quiz)
 

Thankfully quizzes are worth very little in comparison to other things in the class so I didn't fret over it.

What I was really fretting over was my Orgo Test.......

About 50% of the population of my class arrives in the exam room. Then about 30-40 random folks show up too looking very confused........then one brave soul out of the random crowd says to us.....

WTF, no we're not, I thought to myself....

 

Apparently the room was double booked for the orgo exam and a black voices choir group......???

So we were kicked out.....with no place to go. We were pissed and so was our TA when we arrived. Just guess who it was.....that's right, scary french lady TA. So we were moved down to a smaller classroom to do our test. It would have been ok except that everynow and then we could hear a chorus of halljeujah and other various singing. Nothing makes me think of hydrogen bonding like Jesus......

 

Oh and to top it all off, the test was HARD and I think I bombed that too. *cries* When I handed in my exam the TA smiled at me. Maybe she was thinking to herself "wow, this girl has failure written on her face. WOO my red pen will get a workout tonight"

(I paint this TA to be a heartless creature.......maybe it's true, maybe it's not.....or maybe orgo does that to you.....rip out your soul and stuff......I'll find out soon enough)


*before orgo*

*after orgo*

 

Friday: (quotes from my orgo professor)

 

"So it was informed to my that the computer system that we used to book the exam room......is malfunctioned. This has never happened before, not that it matters now but I want to say that I'm sorry. my TA was very upset but I think she'll get over it....." HA!

 

In orgo class today we were learning naming for alkenes. And I have to say, I'm a beast when it comes to naming.......infact if the whole test last night was naming I would have gotten an A (too bad only 5 questions were involving naming on the exam) and Too bad life has to suck....

 

!!@!1!#$@$!%^%^@&(($&@$%$

 

Someday if I ever survive Organic chemistry. I will write a letter to Khan, Ingold, and Prelog (who are responsible for the orgnaic naming) if they are still alive and say...
 

 

Seriously, naming sounds gross now. And I don't like gross things.

(z)-5-chloro-2,3-diethyl-2-penten-1-ol

Try saying that without getting a thick nauseating feeling on your tongue.

What happened to cyclohexanol? That at least sounds nice!

And I end the week with bio exam.......
Let's just say I am greatly concerned about the results of that


*title says it all*

*sigh* *end rant*

Breaking Dawn post coming soon......maybe some Twilight will lift me out of my misery....