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Whinefest.
Woke up at 5:30 this morning to cram for Functional Anatomy A exam. Didn't really work, but it's not like it ever does, especially when you try to study in the comfort of your bed. With your eyes closed.
I thought I'd get to uni a little early today rather than being right on time or late, as per usual. Exam was at 10 and I was ready to go at 9; ample time to get to uni. I trotted out the door, notes under my arm, a thick layer of sunscreen clogging my pores.
In front of my house I have a brick fence with a metal gate in the middle. I always opt to jump this gate unless somebody is walking by, in which case I pretend that I am civilised. There was nobody around this morning, so I thought I'd save myself the trouble of opening the gate and just jump it instead. Now this normally works out quite well. One (or two if I'm in an non-exerting mood) swift movements and I'm on the other side of the gate, all set to walk to the station.
Ah, but not today. Rather than gracefully vaulting over the gate, I smashed my knee into the corner of the brick wall. Expletives flowed through my mind as I limped slowly to the station with my knee bleeding through the fresh hole in my pants.
By the time I was on the train, I was too busy trying to recall the attachments of the brachioradialis to mope about my grievous knee injury. I peered out of the heavily scratched windows, pretending not to notice other passengers staring at the diagrams in my book.
"Proximal two-thirds of the humerus, styloid process of the radius..." I mumbled to myself. Maybe I'll remember this one, I thought.
And then some guy with unusually pointy work shoes kicked me in the ankle.
"Sorry." He said, not even looking at me.
I peered out of the window again, pretending it didn't hurt and forgetting everything about the brachioradialis.
On the bus ride to uni, I was seated in front of two people who were also doing the Functional Anatomy A exam. It was like they somehow knew all the objectives I hadn't studied, and decided to mention each one just loudly enough for me to hear and cringe with dread.
Everybody knows I failed FAA last year. That's why I'm repeating it this year. Judging by how horribly the exam went, I suspect I shall be repeating a third time.
With the exam over, my day was brightening up. I went to meet my friends for two group assignment meetings and had a good laugh about everything. My friends always make me feel better.
On Wednesdays I leave uni earlier than my friends because I am not enrolled in Kinesiology (you have to pass FAA in order to do it) so I usually walk to the station alone. Call it lonely silence if you will, but I like the quiet sometimes.
I was nearing the station, pondering deep and profound thoughts and taking in the environment around me. I was still limping slightly as I turned one of the last corners. While passing under a lovely shady tree, I swung my backpack around to fetch my earphones to listen to some music.
"That's odd, why is my hand wet all of a sudden? Did something leak in my bag?"
Nope. A bird had just decided to poop on me.
I'm sure the bird didn't have any sort of personal vendetta against me or anything; it was probably just minding it's own business and I just happened to get in the way. But unfortunately, knowing this doesn't make me hate the bird any less.
They say that a bird pooping on you brings good luck, but considering the bad luck I've had today, it'll only be evening things out.
Woke up at 5:30 this morning to cram for Functional Anatomy A exam. Didn't really work, but it's not like it ever does, especially when you try to study in the comfort of your bed. With your eyes closed.
I thought I'd get to uni a little early today rather than being right on time or late, as per usual. Exam was at 10 and I was ready to go at 9; ample time to get to uni. I trotted out the door, notes under my arm, a thick layer of sunscreen clogging my pores.
In front of my house I have a brick fence with a metal gate in the middle. I always opt to jump this gate unless somebody is walking by, in which case I pretend that I am civilised. There was nobody around this morning, so I thought I'd save myself the trouble of opening the gate and just jump it instead. Now this normally works out quite well. One (or two if I'm in an non-exerting mood) swift movements and I'm on the other side of the gate, all set to walk to the station.
Ah, but not today. Rather than gracefully vaulting over the gate, I smashed my knee into the corner of the brick wall. Expletives flowed through my mind as I limped slowly to the station with my knee bleeding through the fresh hole in my pants.
By the time I was on the train, I was too busy trying to recall the attachments of the brachioradialis to mope about my grievous knee injury. I peered out of the heavily scratched windows, pretending not to notice other passengers staring at the diagrams in my book.
"Proximal two-thirds of the humerus, styloid process of the radius..." I mumbled to myself. Maybe I'll remember this one, I thought.
And then some guy with unusually pointy work shoes kicked me in the ankle.
"Sorry." He said, not even looking at me.
I peered out of the window again, pretending it didn't hurt and forgetting everything about the brachioradialis.
On the bus ride to uni, I was seated in front of two people who were also doing the Functional Anatomy A exam. It was like they somehow knew all the objectives I hadn't studied, and decided to mention each one just loudly enough for me to hear and cringe with dread.
Everybody knows I failed FAA last year. That's why I'm repeating it this year. Judging by how horribly the exam went, I suspect I shall be repeating a third time.
With the exam over, my day was brightening up. I went to meet my friends for two group assignment meetings and had a good laugh about everything. My friends always make me feel better.
On Wednesdays I leave uni earlier than my friends because I am not enrolled in Kinesiology (you have to pass FAA in order to do it) so I usually walk to the station alone. Call it lonely silence if you will, but I like the quiet sometimes.
I was nearing the station, pondering deep and profound thoughts and taking in the environment around me. I was still limping slightly as I turned one of the last corners. While passing under a lovely shady tree, I swung my backpack around to fetch my earphones to listen to some music.
"That's odd, why is my hand wet all of a sudden? Did something leak in my bag?"
Nope. A bird had just decided to poop on me.
I'm sure the bird didn't have any sort of personal vendetta against me or anything; it was probably just minding it's own business and I just happened to get in the way. But unfortunately, knowing this doesn't make me hate the bird any less.
They say that a bird pooping on you brings good luck, but considering the bad luck I've had today, it'll only be evening things out.
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