So, I put some extra work into my Legal Research class. I brainstormed, I researched, I typed, I turned it in. It's the first ever piece of extra credit I've ever done during my current run in college. I'm getting an A. It's also one of the first few times I've needed extra credit to get an A.
How on earth I managed to get a 95 on the final, I'll never know.
That was the day of no sandwich for me.
I'd gone to the coffee shop to finish putting together my Research Notebook, I'd finished it with enough time to drive to the campus, order a sandwich, eat it, and get into class on time.
I got there and walked into the cafeteria. The kitchen was closed. Ah, but never fear. They have tasty tuna salad sandwiches in the spinning machine. I carefully selected the sandwich. Lined up the hole with the door. Fished two dollars and twenty five cents out of my pocket. Lined up the door with the hole again because the stupid thing does this automated twirly display thing. I put the money in. I reached for the door and pulled. On the message indicated it flashed "Error. Out of Service. Make another selection." So I tried another sandwich door. Ham. I'll eat ham. I'm starving. The indicator flashes "Please insert $2.25"
I already gave you money. Give up the fucking sandwich!
Defeated, I headed for class thirty minutes early.
As I sat down I was chatting with a friend. She was pulling out her books and notes.
"Oh shit. Are we allowed to *have* our books?"
"Oh yeah," She tells me, "It's an open book test. Didn't you know?"
Fuck. Someone remind me to show up to class more often next semester.
I grabbed my notebook and laptop and ran out the door, up the street, to my car and scooted home for my books that I hadn't seen in weeks. Never. Ever. Take an open book test in college without the books. No matter how hard you study. They'll have you do things like complete sentences out of these books you haven't read all term. Anyway, my mad dash home didn't net me another speeding ticket, but it should have. On my way there, I formulated this idea: Grab the books. Make a sandwich. Get out of dodge. So I grabbed my books. Slapped a sandwich together and was on my merry way.
I was on the road about five minutes before picking up the sandwich. I realized I hadn't inspected it before then in my haste. I looked. To my vast sandwichless disappointment, the meat had mold on it. My parents lit out of two a day or two before and took all the fresh lunch meat, it seems. So I wrapped the sad parcel in the napkin and lay it between the seats.
No sandwich for me.
I was thirty minutes late back to class instead of thirty minutes early.
How on earth I managed to get a 95 on the final, I'll never know.
That was the day of no sandwich for me.
I'd gone to the coffee shop to finish putting together my Research Notebook, I'd finished it with enough time to drive to the campus, order a sandwich, eat it, and get into class on time.
I got there and walked into the cafeteria. The kitchen was closed. Ah, but never fear. They have tasty tuna salad sandwiches in the spinning machine. I carefully selected the sandwich. Lined up the hole with the door. Fished two dollars and twenty five cents out of my pocket. Lined up the door with the hole again because the stupid thing does this automated twirly display thing. I put the money in. I reached for the door and pulled. On the message indicated it flashed "Error. Out of Service. Make another selection." So I tried another sandwich door. Ham. I'll eat ham. I'm starving. The indicator flashes "Please insert $2.25"
I already gave you money. Give up the fucking sandwich!
Defeated, I headed for class thirty minutes early.
As I sat down I was chatting with a friend. She was pulling out her books and notes.
"Oh shit. Are we allowed to *have* our books?"
"Oh yeah," She tells me, "It's an open book test. Didn't you know?"
Fuck. Someone remind me to show up to class more often next semester.
I grabbed my notebook and laptop and ran out the door, up the street, to my car and scooted home for my books that I hadn't seen in weeks. Never. Ever. Take an open book test in college without the books. No matter how hard you study. They'll have you do things like complete sentences out of these books you haven't read all term. Anyway, my mad dash home didn't net me another speeding ticket, but it should have. On my way there, I formulated this idea: Grab the books. Make a sandwich. Get out of dodge. So I grabbed my books. Slapped a sandwich together and was on my merry way.
I was on the road about five minutes before picking up the sandwich. I realized I hadn't inspected it before then in my haste. I looked. To my vast sandwichless disappointment, the meat had mold on it. My parents lit out of two a day or two before and took all the fresh lunch meat, it seems. So I wrapped the sad parcel in the napkin and lay it between the seats.
No sandwich for me.
I was thirty minutes late back to class instead of thirty minutes early.
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