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I had a Spanish exam at 8:10pm today. Sunday. As a consequence, I spent the whole day studying and getting more and more pissed off about the whole thing. It's ridiculously early in the term for an exam imo (which is 15% of my grade). It's so early in the term, we've only covered two chapters in our textbook so the reason I got more and more pissed off is that there just wasn't that much to study. There's only so many times you can go over how to conjugate 'to be' and 'to have' and regular verbs. And the exam really was easy, with only one tricky question, and one word I couldn't remember (cause it was never a word we'd learnt, though I'd looked it up on my own a few weeks ago).
Of course, I had to get to the exam, which was a lot harder than I anticipated. I left early thankfully cause when I got closer, I discovered they completely shut down the highway an exit before the one I needed. So I got stuck on a twenty minute detour along the river. Then, I got to the campus, and my car ran out of gas. I pulled into a handicapped spot and pulled out the gallon of gas we keep in the back for just such a purpose (it's sad how acclimated I am to cars breaking down while I'm driving them. I can change a tire and jump start my car much faster than the men who often offer to help me. You're talking to someone who had three flat tires in her first month of driving though.) Of course, the handy funnel I'd used last time had gone missing, replaced by a funnel that leaked gas everywhere, I finally ended up carefully pouring the gas into the gas can's tube (still spilling a fair amount) until it had the gas I needed to go park (wiping up the excess with a rag). I then walked to the building and discovered that it was locked so there was no washing my hands (which were drenched in gasoline) for me. I poured a bottle of water over them, but that really didn't help much. Luckily, the exam only took a half hour of the hour they'd given us so I finished, washed my hands, went to get a little gas from the rude, expensive gas station, and am now home, drinking a brandy sour (cypriote style), periodically trying to get the gas smell off my hands, and trying not to be so annoyed at the world.
Oh, and I have to be up at 6am for lifeguarding tomorrow and my masochistic monday schedule. I am so glad I'm quitting my job soon.
Of course, I had to get to the exam, which was a lot harder than I anticipated. I left early thankfully cause when I got closer, I discovered they completely shut down the highway an exit before the one I needed. So I got stuck on a twenty minute detour along the river. Then, I got to the campus, and my car ran out of gas. I pulled into a handicapped spot and pulled out the gallon of gas we keep in the back for just such a purpose (it's sad how acclimated I am to cars breaking down while I'm driving them. I can change a tire and jump start my car much faster than the men who often offer to help me. You're talking to someone who had three flat tires in her first month of driving though.) Of course, the handy funnel I'd used last time had gone missing, replaced by a funnel that leaked gas everywhere, I finally ended up carefully pouring the gas into the gas can's tube (still spilling a fair amount) until it had the gas I needed to go park (wiping up the excess with a rag). I then walked to the building and discovered that it was locked so there was no washing my hands (which were drenched in gasoline) for me. I poured a bottle of water over them, but that really didn't help much. Luckily, the exam only took a half hour of the hour they'd given us so I finished, washed my hands, went to get a little gas from the rude, expensive gas station, and am now home, drinking a brandy sour (cypriote style), periodically trying to get the gas smell off my hands, and trying not to be so annoyed at the world.
Oh, and I have to be up at 6am for lifeguarding tomorrow and my masochistic monday schedule. I am so glad I'm quitting my job soon.
