Tuesday Travesties

Before this week, I thought Monday was the absolute worst day of the week. Apparently not. There’s definitely something to be said about Tuesday.

This morning started out great. I had plenty of time to get ready for school, I had a plan for the day, I was feeling good.

Then I got to school.

I sat down in my first class and tried to log into the computer. Some error message came up about not being able to connect to a server or something. I clicked “ok” and tried again. Same message. Then, I overheard the people behind me talking about the server being completely down. I was still in denial, so I got on my smart phone and went to Facebook using 3G (so slow!) only to discover that my news feed had already blown up with people talking about not going to campus because nobody can get on the Internet, print anything, or even open a Word document.

I find it absolutely absurd and ridiculous that I got frustrated over not having a connection to the Internet. I mean, I really don’t want to be one of those people. You know, the certain breed of human that can’t survive without WiFi. Probably the same breed of human who thought this was funny…

But I did. I got really frustrated. Why? I had a plan, dang it. That planĀ revolved around WiFi.

Did I forget to mention that my first class is called Writing for the Web? Yup, true story. That class lasted about 15 minutes before my professor decided that we couldn’t do anything unless we had Internet access.

Anyway, my plan for the day was that I was going to get to my first class early, print documents from my online syllabus for Class 2, read those documents before Class 1 started, go to Class 2, then do my homework for Class 3 in the 2-hour time gap I have between Class 2 and Class 3. Class 3’s assignment also required Internet access.

Needless to say, that plan epically failed!

Here’s what actually happened: I decided that after the 15 minutes that was supposed to be Class 1, I would race home (and I mean race) so that I could quickly print what I needed to for Class 2 and be back in time for class. Problem: that afforded me no time to actually read what I was supposed to for Class 2. Scrap that.

Alright, so maybe I can just skip Class 2 all together? I don’t have the reading done and don’t have time to go print what I need to. Hmmm… what’s the attendance policy for that class? Here, let me look it up… Oh wait! The attendance policy is on the ONLINE SYLLABUS! Okay, that’s awesome. Maybe I can just use my 3G connection and very slowly figure out what the attendance policy is. Alright, Safari, do your thing. “Cannot open page.” FORGET THIS! Class 2 is definitely getting skipped. I don’t even care about the attendance policy anymore.

I drove home, did my homework for Class 3, printed what I needed to, and drove back to campus in enough time to actually go to class 3.

That was a fiasco! I’m glad it’s over.

In conclusion:

Monday Madness

This day started off horrible.

My alarm went off at 6 a.m., which is usually the time I wake up on Mondays (why the heck I chose that, I don’t know. Things become much clearer in hindsight). But today, I just couldn’t get myself to get out of my bed. I had a serious case of the Mondays. Like, I was contemplating skipping all three of my classes today. And I am not a class skipper. My throat hurt, I was tired, and it was freaking arctic in my room. I knew that as soon as I pulled the blankets back, I would turn into an ice cube.

I really wasn’t feeling it.

But, as soon as I made an executive decision to stay in my warm little fluffy heaven, my annoying nerdy kid conscience made me come to my senses. So, I got out of bed with about 40 minutes to get ready and be sitting in my class at the university 25 minutes away. I seriously thought I was going to be late to class. I was running around the house throwing clothes on, my breakfast in one hand, blow dryer in the other. At one point, my sister shouts from her bedroom in her warm little cocoon of blankets (hate her… not really):

“Hey, Bekka! Are you still here?”

Me (hurriedly throwing things in my backpack and trying to tie my shoe at the same time): “Yes.”

“Girl, you better hurry! You’re going to be so late!”

NOT. HELPING.

So anyway, I finally run out to my car, sling my backpack into the backseat, and pull out of my driveway. All I can say is that this morning, without a doubt, Vin Diesel would have been really proud of me. My mad driving skills got me to school and in my classroom with 4 minutes to spare. Phew! That was a close one.

After almost completely spacing out through two of my classes (don’t judge me), I checked my e-mail and found out that my third class was cancelled. Ok, so usually I have 3-hour break between classes 2 and 3. So usually I stay on campus and study in that 3-hour gap. Not having class 3 today enabled me to go home 3 HOURS EARLY!! I was ecstatic! On top of that, I didn’t have dance rehearsal or any type of meeting to attend. I had the entire afternoon off. Now, on a normal day, my nerdy kid self would use the time to catch up on homework, maybe even get ahead.

NOPE! Season one of One Tree Hill got my full and undivided attention… Oh, and my chocolate cake. That was delicious, by the way.

Long story short, this Monday turned out to be one of the few great ones. Oh, and that quiz I talked about earlier… 100%. Whaddup, people?!

This is proof that some Mondays can turn out alright. But for those of you who had a completely horrible Monday, don’t worry. Tomorrow is Tuesday.

Pop Quiz Paranoia

No joke, you guys. The story I’m about to tell you actually happened.

As some of you know, I’m a student at IU South Bend. I am taking 18 credit hours this semester, am part of a dance company and a sorority, and have a part time job.

Moral of the story: I am a busy person.

My International Perpectives on Women class has these assigned readings every week. Sometimes, the readings are from our textbook. Other times we have to read case studies. About a week ago, I was really struggling to keep up with everything that was due (yeah…it was only the third week of school), so I decided that I would read the assigned chapter, but not take any notes over it.

Okay, stop there.

I AM A RELIGIOUS NOTE -TAKER. If I don’t take notes, I feel like I have failed as a student. What if I forget something? I can’t rely on my memory alone to remember all this, right?! (We’ll get to that in a minute)

So anyway, I didn’t take notes over the entire chapter.

The next day…

Professor: “Before we discuss the reading for today, I want to give you guys a pop quiz. You can use your notes, just not the reading itself.”

Crap!

At this point I’m literally shaking. Sure, I read the case study, but I didn’t study it. I gave it a once over. That surely did not do my brain justice in memorizing the material. I can not fail this.

So, here I am, taking my quiz, completely mortified that I have nothing but my own poor memory to rely on. Not going to lie here, I wrote a bunch of BS for at least one of the questions. The others were fairly simple.

Results from that quiz: 100%

BOOM! I’m a freaking genius.

Well… Maybe not…

Last night, I was doing the reading for this class again. It was late, and I honestly needed a break, so I decided again to skip the note-taking. After all, this professor totally wasn’t going to do another pop quiz. That’s too predictable. There’s no way.

Today…(I kid you not)

Professor: “Before we get into today’s discussion, I want to hand out another pop quiz.”

She’s going to kill me. First, I’ll break out in hives. Then, I’ll die.

Anyway… Question 2 got some BS. As for the rest of it, I guess we will see on Monday.