Tuesday: the Day of Suckiness

Hello! I officially have no classes on Tuesday! Yesterday was a nightmare though. Mondays and Wednesdays are my hell days. I have to run back and forth on campus between these two buildings with only 10 minutes in between, meaning I show up to my classes red in the face and smelling lovely. This is not to mention that everyone who has had sufficient time to stroll to their classes and smell a rose or two has taken all the seats and I'm the one bursting in at the last minute. Have you ever had 350 people all snap their heads around to stare at you as you shuffle down the aisle and squeeze into the last empty seat in the middle of a row?

I have. It is most unpleasant.

Yesterday was also when I had to switch out of my Low-Intermediate French class. I tried to pull it off. I really did! I dumbed down the language. I only said three words in the whole oral test: la programme journalisme. The teacher said I was advanced. Great. Just great. So I was off to Dunton Tower (You can't say Dunton Tower, by the way, without putting on a stupid voice. It kind of goes with the name. DUHN TUN!) where I had to wait in line for an hour and 40 minutes just to talk to a French lady who said I was on the border between Low-Intermediate and Intermediate. Whoopee. I can't even be great! I have to be great enough to be unable to qualify for dumb French but too stupid to be awesome in smart French. Ain't life grand?

10 minutes later, she sends me out the door with a "Courage!" (how encouraging) and across the hall to another lady who is basically the Ms. Howard of Carleton but competent. She handles all the course dropping and adding. I wait another 25 minutes and finally get a class. The Carleton Ms. Howard says, "There you go. Your class started...5 minutes ago. You better run!" It was like a public health commercial where the poor little boy is huffing and puffing as he runs down the street away from a horde of girls trying to kiss him and these words fade onto the screen: Stay fit 'cause you never know. To top it all off, the fake Ms. Howard started to resemble the actual one by giving me the wrong room number. I'm wheezing up three flights of stairs and knocking on a class door only to have this lady who looks alarmingly like Dogolvik (is that even how you spell her name?) and says in a very angry voice, "What?" In between gasps for air, I manage to say, "Is...this...French?"

"No." The door slams in my face. Luckily I manage to find my actual room, just in time for a dictation. Yay. Needless to say, it was not a glorious day.

CORRECTION: Kitty and I signed up for Jiu Jitsu and yesterday was the first class. She really wanted to take it and I thought I'd tag along. We were the only girls there plus this one other girl who was already pretty skilled. There was a lot of testosterone in that room. It was AWESOME! (the jiu jitsu-ing, not the testosterone) We did a lot of rolling around. I flailed quite a bit but it was a lot of fun minus the humungous bruise I got on my air because some intense freak blocked my fake punch with abnormal vigour. This bruise is now the colour of a burn and about the size of a twoonie.

Sadly, today was no better. The highlight was probably sleeping in. My day was going great...and then I got up. Someone out there decided that today would be international Screw You, Veronica Tang Day.

• The internet froze while I was trying to read the news this morning.
• I realized as I was pouring the remaining drops over my cereal that I ran out of milk.
• The printer refused to print my new schedule and when I finally fixed it, it printed out three copies that were cut off at the bottom.
• I went to try to get some money out of an ATM but my card was rejected...3 times.
• I went to a building about a 10 minutes-walk away to buy an ISIC card but forgot to bring money and had to go back.
• I had to take my ISIC card picture after running back to my room for money and then back to the building on the third floor with no elevator. It was attractive.
• I stood in line for 20 minutes at the bookstore to return a book only to find out that I didn't need to line up because there was a separate line for returns.
• I forgot to ask the Travel Cuts guy about train tickets while I was getting my ISIC card and they are running out really fast.
• I didn't have change for the train (to the nearest Loblaws) so I had to buy candy that I didn't even want in order to get some quarters. Carleton refuses to give you change unless you buy something. Thieving Capitalists.

I think this constitutes as a bad day. Now, I am supposed to be watching Boondock Saints with Kitty in our friend, Scott's room. He just bought new speakers and they're amazing. I think a movie will make it all better.

Peacing out now. I hope your days are going much better than mine.