Monday, December 05, 2005
Sober Chloé Has Left the Building
well. today was exam number one of five total and four in this week. (!) but thats not what i want to talk about other than the fact that i wrote the exam hungover which i also did for the midterm in that class. im such a bad student. anyway so today was such a brutal day. i get to school and i remembered that i had this assignment due today that i had done but i didnt print it off and bring it to school. so i decided to go to my linguistics class, which was more or less a waste of time, and then skip ecology so i could go home and get this assignment because i also had to go all the way to queen street to drop off my damn ass pay sheet for my work with sabrina. so i come home, print off the assignment, mow down on some sidekicks (mmmm hangover) and then go down to queen street, drop off my pay thing, get back on the bus, go back to school and hand in my stupid assignment, and then go write my stupid exam. anyway on the way from queen street to school, the bus was really packed, and all of these high school students got on, and this one kid i felt so bad for. he was probably in about grade nine and he got on the bus and i was standing by the back door and he pushed through and was like excuse me i need to get off, i dont like being crowded. it was so heartbreaking. he was obviously totally claustrophobic and when he walked off he kind of had a gimpy leg and he wore his little toque, and he seemed like such a loner that other kids probably made fun of. and i felt so bad for him my heart was breaking into thousands of pieces as i watched him walk away and i wanted to jump off the bus and chase him down and be like let me walk with you, but alas i could not because of my other obligations. anyway so then after my exam, i got the school paper and a tea and i went to wait for my bus and then the bus came and i opened up my wallet and my student card wasnt there, so i was worried i lost it, so i backed off from the bus to look for it, and the bus driver was waiting for me with the door open and he yells out to me, you cant bring that cup on the bus anyway (which is technically true but most of teh bus drivers let you bring anything on the bus) so by this time i had found my student card and he was liek are you coming or not and i was like no go. so i had to sit in the cold and wait for another bus, but at least i had my tea.
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the bus driver sounds like a piece of misery...he should cram it....
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