Today was one of those days that's all mixed up. It had its ups, and of course, its downs. For instance, I woke UP, and then I hopped DOWN off of the top bunk (I landed safely, don't worry). But seriously, work was fine. If I didn't already mention this, I work for Dr. Bulla as a secretary. It's basic work, but I feel like I'm good at it, so it doesn't stress me out or anything. Sometimes the hours get long, especially on Fridays when I work four hours, but I'd like to leave it at this: There are jobs that are better, and there are jobs that are worse. Well... when I got off of work, my day pretty much started. My first class was Math. It is the class that I despise above all classes because I've been doing it for so long and I still don't understand it. Sometimes I feel like a defensless little lab hamster that is solving all sorts of problems, and the math gods, just to confuse me, constantly throw in an array of new laws and forms so that I might be eternaly lost in an abiss of numbers and symbols. To make things worse, when I was packing up to go to class, I realized that I left my $90 math book in the cafeteria... TWO DAYS AGO! One would think I would have paniced, but no... I no longer panic in situations like these, instead, I half expect them to arise on a regular basis. You see, I lack... what's the word I'm looking for... ah yes, common sense. I will leave things in places, and unlike most people, I won't even think about them until days or weeks have passed. Instead of getting all huffy about it, I simply stand back and smile at life. After math class I looked and looked for my book, realizing that if I could not find it, I would not be able to afford my frat dues. I checked the caf. and it wasn't there. Then I checked the book store to see if some foolhardy student had found it and sold it for a hefty profit. Thankfully this was not so... but still... where was my book? I eventually went back to my room to collect my thoughts and I headed out once more to the caf. explaining my situation to the workers there. When I said $90, they pulled me to the side and showed me this secret lost-and-found. I felt a sense of great joy and awe as the door swung open to this... this portal of mystery, and lo and behold... my books, red... beautiful (well... not that beautiful, they're math books). Shortly there after, English class was soon upon me. Class today was a discussion on arguments. Arguments are my kryptonite. I will make myself look like a complete idiot before I humble myself in an argument and accept defeat. We discussed how pictures can be a means for arguments, but my stance on that is that they aren't a very good basis for an argument because there is no definitive line drawing out the boundaries of the argument. It was a very educational time. We also got a new paper to work on which I will NOT procrastinate on! My next class was the next down point. Computer fundamentals was a drag. I got in there and immediately got my rough draft back for a paper we have been doing in there. At the top a note was written for me (when have lengthy notes at the tops of papers ever been good?). The note was odd because it scolded me for being ignorant enough to think that computers weren't around until Bill Gates came about and that the same went with music technology. Unfortunately, my paper was entirely written about the fact that both can be traced back to the Renaissance period. I only stated that Bill Gates was responsible for a huge growth spurt in the world of computer technology, so I don't exactly know what went on in the grading of that paper. I'll just do what is required though. After all, she's the teacher and I... I am a simple pawn in the game of higher education. You would think this would be bad enough (at least... I think you would think that it would be bad enough), but there was more. We had a substitute teacher and a pop quiz at the same time. Did we do something bad? I don't know, but my grade definitely won't forget this day. AFTER ALL THIS, I went to a convocation seminar at the Belmont mansion, in which they lured us in by telling us that it would be about ghost stories. This tickled my curiosity enough to get me there, but I honestly wanted to turn around and go home when I found out that it was a complete lie. The seminar lasted almost two hours, and about (I kid you not) 10 minutes of it was used for A ghost story. ONE, UNO, SINGLE! ... Well I have two defense mechanisms for when people waste my time. My first one might be to get very angry with them because NO ONE wastes my time! I know it sounds cocky, and I'm trying to get over it, but it's definitely one of my pet peves. The other mechanism is to fall asleep... which I did... and I still got the convo credit... (I really hope I didn't drule on that pretty girl sitting next to me)... Anyways, speaking of sleep...