It finally happened. I have been in college since the spring of 05. I flunked a test. I have NEVER flunked a test. This probably is not a big deal in the grand scheme of things, however I am traumatized. I am even having nightmares about flunking tests. What does this say about me? My nightmares have been consisting rats coming to get me, and flunking tests at school. In my nightmare, not only did I flunk the test, but everyone in my class flunked and blamed it on me. They were saying things like, "I should have known better than to trust a red head". I really don't know what this has to do with anything but there it is. Is this what my life has become? When will I ever be finished with school? I was so stupid to think that going to school, working a full time job, raising kids, and trying to keep a house was going to be easy. Have I lost my mind? Did I ever have one? I should have included those questions in my last blog.
School will be over for this semester next week. I am very excited to be getting almost a whole month off before I have to start again. I have signed up for three classes for the fall semester. I have NO IDEA how I am going to pull this off. I am barely pulling off taking two classes.
In other news................
A couple of weeks ago I missed a couple of my night classes. Sissy had freshman orientation the first night, and I had a sick kid the other night. Both of these classes were Tuesday night classes. I was able to attend my Thursday night class. As I was sitting in the classroom, waiting for class to start, one of my classmates from the Tuesday night class comes into my classroom, stands directly in front of me, and pretty loudly demands to know where I have been. This annoyed me......... a lot.
Maybe I have issues because I had no real authority figure in my life when I was growing up. At any rate, this person IS NOT a professor, my boss, or any kind of authority figure in my life. I was not impressed with her demand to know where I had been. In this person's defense, I am probably neurotic, and a little nutty about some things. This person may have just noticed that I hadn't been in class, and was concerned. (I highly doubt this but we will go with it for the sake of argument) This is also the same person who asked me to sit beside them the first night of class and then proceeded to steal all my answers. I never sat beside this person again.
So I kind of already don't particularly care for this person and this person has come into my class and demanded to know where I have been in a loud voice and in front of all my classmates. So I said the only thing that a mature woman of 32 could say. I told her I was up a chicken's butt getting a dozen eggs.