That Darn "H"

Oh my god. So my sleep schedule is just absolutely crazy. So last night I had the brilliant idea to fix my sleep schedule by basically starting over. So I cranked out all the work I had due on Monday and Tuesday ALL NIGHT last night and then followed up by watching a marathon of Mob Wives. So, tonight I should go to bed early, sleep like a baby, and be back on track. So keep in mind I have not slept yet.

So, being that my parents are totally normal and know how to spell, they decided to spell my cute little name just the way it freakin sounds. There is no H on my name. And I get quite grumpy when people add that stinky little letter on the end. My name is not Ser-HA. It is Sara. So, because I didn't hate my "many ways to be human" class enough, I now have to lead a 20 minute class discussion about something I do not care about. So I am emailing my teacher back and forth about what to talk about, when to do it, etc. I send the email and of course sign the email with my first and last name, which I spell correctly by the way. So my teacher emails me back and the first word of course is:

"Dear Sarah,"

Okay, you bore me to death in class and you can't read. So I kinda get over that, even though it drives me absolutely nuts when people spell my name wrong when it is written literally right in front of them. So after that I go to the only class I hate even more than the stupid human class, astronomy. So today in class I decided to actually time our teacher and see how long it took for him to actually start teaching us something. 42 minutes and 38 seconds into class this is what my teacher had "taught" us:

1. 90% of the class failed the last exam, yet again.
2. It is not his fault we do not understand or know the material.
3. The bible is a collection of stories and if you believe them you are an idiot.
4. College students are lazy and useless.
5. He hates college students, is divorced (Thank GOD that woman wised up.)

42 minutes. I hate this man and his lack of teaching abilities more than I can even describe! So THEN, we had to fill out these participation forms to prove we were in class. So we were supposed to write the name of our assigned TA (teaching "assistant"). So I wrote this:

"I HAVE EMAILED MY TA THREE TIMES AND HE NEVER EMAILS ME BACK. HE ALSO TOLD ME THE WRONG INFORMATION ON A HOMEWORK QUESTION." And of course my first and last name were on it.

So before the class was even over, my TA wrote back and started with this:

"Sarah,"

Really guy?
I was already angry at the man and I'd been through the name fiasco once already and even before 10am for crying out loud. I was having none of this. So I basically mentioned that the class downright sucked and demanded the information I needed to know about three weeks ago. Needless to say, I found out what I needed to know. Apparently, sass is sometimes the answer.

So since I hadn't slept and I was slightly on the grumpy side, I decided to head to Starbucks for a caramel macchiato. Now, my name and Starbucks do not have a good history. Will they write Darrel, Tara, Darla, or Sarah today?
Well praise God for some chick named Linda because she spelled my name correctly without me even having to tell her! Thankyou Linda and your little green apron for saving me from going insane over that freakin' "H".

That is a first! I will cherish this image forever. Oh and the band aid is from a minor scissor mishap. Aiden, you are not the only one who has trouble holding scissors correctly apparently. 

Okay, so now I am sitting in bed watching E! News and I just saw someone named Boy George. I may have nightmares. Can I also say I am so tired of hearing about Prince William and Kate? I mean really girl, you just go marry a nice guy who is not only your prince but an actual prince, become a princess in the process, and the rest of us will continue getting hit on by frat boys and homeless men. Good deal.