Weird Day.

Monday morning. I’m supposed to meet my friend in the union at 8:00 to review for a midterm we’ve been cramming for.

8:15. Crap. Sara, get your lazy arse up.

I throw on some shorts and race to the union. K, so there’s this weird lady that I swear is stalking me. The first time I saw her was in the underpass like two weeks ago. She looks SO MUCH like my ex-boyfriend’s mother that I literally sprinted away from her after seeing her for the first time. The second time I saw was again in the underpass at a completely different time than the last time, so she’s not on some kind of underpass tour schedule. So being that today has been a really odd day, of course I saw her! She either has a mad crush on me, is psycho, or sensed my fear of her resemblance to the devil’s mother. She gave me a creepy little smile and a wave. So I ran away from her again. I have heard rumors of a troll that lives under our underpass so if it’s true I’m just going to assume it’s her. So I finally make it to the union and since I ate my last bag of popcorn for a balanced dinner last night I was pretty freakin starving.

Need bagel. Make it snappy sleepy fellow wildcat.

Ten minutes later I had coke and a knock-off Bruegger’s bagel. Since I was already 25 minutes late meeting my friend I headed straight for her table.

“EXCUSE ME! EXCUSE ME!”

I hear a very angry woman yelling at some poor sap in the union.

“EXCUSE ME!!!!!”

I turn around to look at the angry grump.

Ohhhh, I am the poor sap. I forgot to pay.

Now that everyone is staring at my sleepy, embarrassed self I walk back over to the little ray of sunshine I’m supposed to pay.

Oh here, here is my three freaking dollars for this crappy bagel. I know this three dollars really affects this university and especially the quality of your day sitting your large rear-end on this stool while other kids pay three dollars for crappy bagels.

So I pay and my friend and I walk to class for our midterm. Let me give you some background on this class. Roman art history with an old man teacher with an even older cocker spaniel that attends the class everyday. So we sit down and the test is handed out. Our weirdo teacher decides to let his decrepit little dog off his leash to wander around the class. Let me just say it’s a little tough to concentrate when an archaic, hobbling dog is sniffing your ankles. And it’s not like I could shoo the thing away, I literally think its elderly little bones would just snap. Alright, survived midterm. I head over to my next class, “Many Ways of Being Human” where I proceeded to play MahJong on my phone while my teacher babbled on about not eating meat or basically enjoying life in any way. Bored as ever and finally something exciting happens. Four cops burst through the door and say they need one of the students.

Oh my god, I paid for the freakin bagel!

So the cops proceeded to take some scrawny, smirking kid out the door. Most exciting thing ever to happen in this class. Wait. Only exciting thing to ever happen in this class. So, a few minutes later the cops come back in and want the kids backpack.

Oh Lord, please don’t let me die in this class if this kid has a bomb in there. At least let me take my NATS final so memorizing useless moon phases and light wavelengths won’t be a total waste.

So the kid and backpack disappear and no one explodes. Next class.

Astronomy. I watched the Inconvenient Truth for the seventh time in my life. Vomit.

It’s so close to Spring Break I can’t even concentrate at all. My brain is completely and 100% full.

P.S.

I made it into U of A's design program!