What broke my day: Well, okay, this didn't break my day, but to cheer up a certain friend, I will rant about someone I don't like. The second week of school last year I befriended a lonely looking boy, who seemed out of sorts. Not going to lie, I felt sorry for him. Well, he became super annoying, and one day when I saw him eating alone in the dining court, he got super duper personal, WAAAYYY to fast. Soon, I became resentful of him, and he was in almost all of my classes. I'm not the only one who doesn't like him, but I am the only one who will outwardly state that I don't like him. So much so that before the end of the first semester, my friends and I would refer to him as "he-who-must-not-be-named", or "public enemy number one." He just did things that pissed everyone off. He always talked about how good his grades were, yet in chem lab I was the one doing all the calculations because he couldn't figure them out. I don't doubt that he did get good grades, but so do I, and you don't see me telling people that I'm better than them just because I got 4% higher on an exam than they did either. Also, he talked about how he was pre-med and how he planned on going to Washington University in St. Louis for med school. HA! That's a really damn good school to go to, and I highly doubt that he will get in with no extra curricular's, and not even being a pre-med major. Confused? So was I. He's officially majoring in....English? I'm sorry, but that's not even remotely related to medicine. When people like him just waltz around with their noses in the air thinking they're better than you and have a better chance at getting into med school, when I work hard, chose the right major or my future and try ten times harder than him, then it makes me mad. Do you know what happens then? I get you kicked out of chem lab, so that you receive a zero (thanks to the best TA Kevin, and the best friend, Tiffany), and I make others publicly hate you. Don't mess with me....ever.
What made my day: The fact that my sister will not be moving me into college. YEEEESSS!!! Okay, so earlier this week my parents informed me that my sister would be coming along to move me into college. This did not make me happy. I like having that time to myself with my parents, and no offense (meaning what I'm going to say is offensive) but I don't want my little sister to embarrass me in front of my friends. They didn't want to leave her alone all day (I didn't know that a sophomore in high school couldn't take care of herself) and they thought it would be a 'good experience', because she has never been to the Purdue campus. Well..she will see it eventually, because I bought her tickets to come see 'Broadway Presents: Disney's Beauty and the Beast' in October. AND my sister didn't even want to go, my mom had to bribe her with the fact that we would go out to eat. LAMESAUCE. After me tearing away in a teenage hormonal rage of emotions and fury, and much trying to convince my parents it wouldn't be a good idea...I lost. Until.....I got my sister a dog sitting job so she can't go. HAHAHA even the universe doesn't want my little sister to come along...I think God was trying to tell me something. She has to let the dogs out at least three times a day (which she can't if she comes to move me in) from Thursday to Tuesday, and I move in Friday. This makes me extremely giddy with delight. I get my way, after thinking that I had lost the battle against my stubborn mother. Now I get to go out to a restaurant that I want to eat at (I want Mexican...which my sister doesn't like) there will be less people in the way in my closet of a room (I live in the second smallest dorms on campus)and I don't have to hide her from my friends. I love her, but my college friends are mine, she doesn't need to make nice with them. While I don't get as much slave labor from her, I don't have to listen to her whine and complain...so I'm happy. Now...I have to go bask in my excitement
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