story time

i was supposed to be done with finals today. i had two super hard ones on the same day too! anyway, i was getting ready to go to school and take my final this morning when my phone rings. someone from my class asks me, "are you ok?" and i replied, "yes, why? oh no, what time is the final?" he says,"uhm, i just got done taking it." i thought he was kidding, but he was not.

the class is at 10:30 usually, so i thought the final was at ten. it was not. it was at 8. my friend called me at 9:40.

i completely flipped out and drove to school as fast as i could. this final is worth 50% of my final grade, and i could have just wasted an entire semester worth of work because my dumb ass didn't find out the right time.

i busted in the room at 9:58 and there were still a few people left. my professor's face lit up and he said, "there you are! i was worried about you!" by this time i'm on the verge of tears and about 4 people have called to see where i was.

so i sat down, ready to accept my fate of failing the class. however, my professor (who is a former vice president of mastercard international, btw) says, "it's ok. i'm gonna let you take the test, but can you do it thursday night? i have meetings to go to right now."

i nearly passed out. by this time, i was so worked up, i started crying a little anyway. i thanked him profusely and promised him that i would be there. i also wasn't the only one who had missed the final!

my prof told me that he knows i'm a hard worker and that he thinks i'm a good student, so he was worried when i didn't show up...which is always a nice thing to hear.

moral(s) of the story:
- sometimes, when you screw up, you get a second chance.
- work your butt off and you'll get rewarded.
- when in doubt, find out!

p.s. this professor knows that i keep a journal, so as i was leaving the room to go to my car and let out my barge of emotions into my steering wheel (i had a lot going on, i needed to cry it out!) he says to me, "hey, you've got a great story to write about today!" it made me laugh a little, mostly because it was true. it is a good story.

now i have to go study a bunch and kick the exam's ass. redemption shall be mine.

my two-second update

omg FINALS. brb.

oh rly

oh goodness, a new blog within a month! land sakes! the world's gone mad!

well...right now i would usually be in class, but i slept very little last night (due to putting together the biggest group project of all time) and i fell asleep while trying to read around 3:30. in my chair. at my desk. i was o-u-t for at least a half an hour...in a chair. so i figured, when i woke up around 4, that i should take a little nap until 5ish, when i was supposed to go to school for class. that didn't happen. i was dead to the world until 6ish when i woke up in a panic because i was supposed to go to class and do discussion questions in class and take a quiz. however, i hadn't read the chapter and wasn't remotely prepared, so i decided to stay home instead. i know, it's bad to skip class, but i figured it would be okay just this once. plus i have two drop quizzes in that class, and this is the first one i've missed. so it's not that terrible.

or maybe i'm just trying to make myself feel better.

anyway, this morning my group turned in this huge strategic investigation on coca cola that we've been working on constantly. it ended up being about 32 pages of explanation on what coke does, where, how, why, when, what they should do, etc. it got tiring quickly, so i'm glad it's over. we also got an a on a case we wrote about stabucks, and i got an a on an individual case analysis! this seems like no big to most people, but my professor is kind of a genius, and he has really high standards. i love my business strategies class...this prof is so smart, it's a little ridiculous. plus, he's entertaining. oh, and he is the former president of three big companies, and the former vp of mastercard. so that class is definitely worth my time.

and...today he gave me a huge compliment. he told me that i am a very good writer, and i'm "obviously a head and shoulder above most other people in my class." this guy isn't the type to dole out compliments like candy, so it meant a lot. i definitely have to step up the game now, because good is never good enough.

in somewhat depressing news, the company that i really want to work for was featured in the newspaper as being a great place to work. so now i feel like i'm going to be pushed out by more "qualified" people. i would live to work for this company, though...they really are amazing and they are exactly what i want to do, marketing and advertising solutions for outside businesses. i'm definitely going to go in soon and hand-submit a resume and cover letter and try to get some face time in. i sent one via email almost a week ago and i haven't heard anything back, so maybe an in-person visit will help the cause.

speaking of causes, i know of some orange juice that's in desperate need of drinking. i feel obliged to help out, because it's a pretty worthy cause.

blog? more like blugh.

ok my little sparrows. i know that you have (not) been waiting in eager anticipation of my return. i know the strain was almost too hard to bear. but fear not! i will not abandon you. i'll only make you wait for a while.

i suppose i'll write a bit more in this thing when i am out of school.

speaking of school, i am currently writing in here as a means of semi-procrastination (or maybe full-on procrastination) on writing my part of a large group paper on coke. as in, the kind you drink. anyway, this project is life-sucking mastery at its finest. a complete analysis of every portion of coke's strategy is not exactly the most fun way to spend your life. good news? it's almost over. the paper is due on thursday. this information is two parts yipes, one part yipee.

other things that are no parts yipee include my current state of mind. i have been feeling very off lately, like i'm in a weird mood that i can't shake. it's kind of a sad-meets-frustrated-meets-angry-meets-confused-meets- what the hell is this crap kind of feeling. again, to rehash a previous sentiment, does being aware of this mood make it any less valid? my boyfriend has this kind of annoying habit of trivializing it all by saying that i'm just overwhelmed. did i mention that i hate it when my feelings are trivialized? it's like someone says to you, "i know you think you feel a certain way, but you don't. and if you do feel something, just get over it. it doesn't matter." this is the point where i have to step back and say to myself, "self, in the long run, this doesn't matter. and they're only trying to help you, even if they are being insensitive. also, everyone goes through periods of time where they experience emotions. they will pass."

trust me, i realize i'm being weird. and possibly a bit hypocritical (see previous post about pretentious quarterlife show. that was a different story...their "condition" was far more accelerated than mine will ever be.) i realize it, and yet to some extent, i can't help it. to some extent, i can...like when i realize that i'm being bitchy, i stop. that's simple. the harder thing to do is to stop feeling things. that one takes a little more zen master and a little less mental spazz, the former of which eludes me and the latter of which has been my mentality for just about my entire life.

i need to write this paper now. that would be beneficial to all parties involved.

i think i'll move to australia.