Today was much better than I thought it would be. I was supposed to have this morning off so I could prepare myself mentally for my report writing final. One of the Supervisors at my work was sick, so I covered the shift on the condition that I would get off at 11:00 (1100 in report writing time) so I would have half an hour to get to school, park, and get to class in time for my final at 11:30. I could not go to sleep last night to save my life, and ended up looking at the clock for the last time at around 12:15 am (0015) and that was rough because the shift I was covering started at 4:15 am (0415). I was exhausted. By around 0900, when I got back from my lunch break I was ready for a nap, and the food in my tummy did not make it any easier to stay alert. Around 1105, my replacement showed up. He forgot to come in early. I finally left work around 1120. I was imagining the conversation my instructor was going to have with me, as he is a pretty sarcastic and kind of mean teacher. When I finally got to school and was walking to class half awake and zip-fizzed almost to a state of pure jitter it was 1140. I walked in my class and professor gave me a look that made me want to turn around and walk away. He asked me to step outside with him. I was expecting something about how rude it was for me to come to class so late during such an important test or something like that. He then proceeded to explain to me that I had the highest point score in the class. The next closest person could get a perfect score on their final and I could get a zero, and I would still be the one setting the curve. He then said “Good job, now get outta here.” It was awesome. I am so excited this semester is over I have changed my pants 4 times today.
2 comments:
Way to go Man!
That's so rad Pete. I love it when I get all stressed over something and I'm just sure there's another bummer coming-- then something great happens. It makes that great thing seem so much cooler, and at the end of your semester, wow, that's like 100x even better.
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