Like quite a few of my fellow students I don't have one job, but multiple jobs in and around the greater metro-detroit area. And since you can't really call off due to Exams, the all nighter is an excellent way to cram as much crap/knowledge into your brain as you possibly can. I was up until 5 in the morning trying to learn 7 chapters in a book, my prof never actually taught us (see first entry, Hollywood is more important). This study session carried over into the 2.5 hours of break I have between my classes.
I like to do most of my studying at the Coney Island near campus. It is the best kept secret for people that smoke, since you can go in, order coffee and chain smoke as you desperately try to learn the material. I myself quite smoking a few months back, but still go to the cafe, out of habit, and because I like to test my will power by surrounding myself with delicious cigarettes. It's like lung cancer Russian roulette, will this be the day I fall off the wagon? Turns out it wasn't I barely had time to sift through the power point presentations and enjoy my grilled cheese sandwich, let alone kill myself slowly with delicious poison (it also makes you look cool, and all the kids are doing it...) It's really quite a lovely restaurant when you get passed the fact that I'm pretty sure it would be closed immediately if it were to be inspected. Dirt and grim aside, the woman who always seems to be working makes the best damn grilled cheese sandwich in the area (it has three pieces of bread people!!). The most disruptive thing I ran across was the way my email account was blowing up as I tried to quickly learn everything there was to know about advertising. You see, my phone is set up to receive my e-mails as well, and it kept going off with 11, count them 11 emails from people in my class desperately wondering what the hell the test was about. I responded to a few choice people letting them know that, in the syllabus it claims to be regarding the first seven chapters, but to be fair we can't really be sure.
Eventually, with only a few stops at myspace and facebook, I pack up my things and head to the test (I only had to leave a half hour prior because I'm going to the COB and they have a glorious parking structure that for some sane reason is located right next to the building, who knew it could be that easy?) Luckily I arrived early enough to stop off at the bathroom, which I desperately needed to visit. I failed to mention above that during my 2.5 hour study session I managed to suck down 8 cups of coffee, at one point the waitress/cook/dishwasher/any other restaurant occupation you can think of told me I could just get my own refills if she was busy. Some might find this crass, but I was glad to no longer be bugging her every 5 minutes when my coffee ran out. I hope the other patrons weren't offended by the fact that I was running into the kitchen every few minutes to get more coffee. I walk into the test having just emptied my bladder (I already have to pee again) still feeling tired, but with a wonderful case of the jitters to keep me awake.
The exam didn't turn out to be to hard (that I know of I guess) but the best part was the last question asking us to list any extra credit we may have done during the first few weeks of class. We've been given opportunities for extra credit, but apparently she hasn't been keeping track of it, and all the points are on the honor system.
I managed to make it home without falling asleep, walk in the door and make it to the kitchen table, where I had the foresight to lay out my pajamas so I could put them on the second I walked in the door. I'm getting ready to take a much deserved nap when the doorbell rings, a package for my parent that works at Eastern has arrived. I don't want said parent to get in trouble so from now one I will be referring to them as "Parent". Parent has been waiting for this package for a while so I decide to be a nice kid and call the school to inform them. I dial the number and am connected to someone working in parents office. I ask for parent and she informs me that no one by parents name works there. I assure her that my parent has been working there for years and if she just stood up and yelled their name, they would come to the phone, because they work in the office across the way. She proceeds to explain that she has been working there for quite some time, and has no idea who I am talking about when I say my parents name again. We all have cell phones, which we store numbers in, and I can assure you that the number under "parent work" has not changed since they started working at Eastern. I try to explain this to the girl on the phone and she gives me another phone number to call where my parent (who she has suddenly heard of) will allegedly be. I explain to her, she doesn't know what she's talking about, and to just patch me through to her boss. She then clearly says "alright I will patch you through to "Parent Name". Are you kidding me?!?! I said parent name clearly at least six times to this woman, and she didn't ever put two and two together that her boss and parent name (who strange enough have THE SAME NAME) are the same person?
I thought I had almost made it through an entire day without being disappointed with Eastern, alas it wasn't to be. I'm almost done with this entry, and my dad has just invited me to join he and my mother at the sidetrack for dinner. FUCK I was hoping to curl up on the couch and get some sleep, but since a poor college student can't pass up free food, it looks like I'm going to have to tough it out. 9th cup of coffee, here I come...
Eastern Girl
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