So, today was a bad day.
I totally overslept today and woke up at 11:23, when my class (and subsequent all-important vocab test that I've actually been studying for, gasp) starts at 11. I'd set my alarm to 7am so I could study, but uh, well, obviously that didn't happen. So of course I was all T_T about that, but I still had an English class to get to at 12:30 and it takes me about an hour to get to school; I unpacked and repacked my bag, grabbed a banana, and booked it out the door, only to see the bus leave in the distance. The bus that comes... every 15 minutes, sigh. The next 15 minutes were very fidgety on my part, let's just say.
Anyway, I ended up making it to class only slightly late, and class itself was fine and dandy. Richard II has so many religious references; I didn't even realize. I went downstairs after to shoot off an apologetic/beggy email to my Korean professor to let me make up for the quiz and hand in my homework (it all couuunts... you don't get credit for handing things in late =( ), then headed off to the bus loop. I don't think she'll let me, though; she's really nice and super cute, but I reread the syllabus while I was in the Arts lounge computer lab, and it says make-up exams won't be given unless there's a proper doctor's note and stuff.
About a stop later, I realize that my phone isn't in my backpack, even though I distinctly remember setting it on silent and then slipping it back in at the beginning of class. I get off the bus and walk back to the Buchanan complex (which took like... 30 minutes, apparently. I didn't think the first stop after the bus loop was so far...), and find that there's a class going on in the classroom we were in. I didn't want to be an ass and disturb them while embarrassing myself, so I waited outside and attempted to study for the remainder of the hour, all the while emoing over how I could've been home at 3:00 instead of 4:30/5 (when it's getting dark and creepy) if I weren't stupid and careless. It's a very sad thing, sitting there thinking about passing time by texting twitter something about oversleeping and losing your phone only to realize you can't because... you lost your phone.
Oh, and I didn't bring any food because I usually wait until I get home to eat on T/Th, but I also didn't bring my wallet 'cause it was still in the bag I used last night, and it was like, "Nuuuuu, another 2.5 hours without food ;_;." It turned out that my cell wasn't even in the classroom, in the end.
I checked the floors and desk-chairs and asked the professor, and he told me to check the English department, because my prof might've picked it up and dropped it off there. So off I go to the waffle tower Buch. Tower of many offices and the receptionist lady was kind of flippant and not-so-nice, but I went up two floors to my English prof's office proper to go bother him about it because a classmate that I met on the way up told me he was holding office hours right then to discuss our ideas for our term paper. The pseudo-line of nice classmates waiting outside his office up there told me that he'd actually sent out an email about a lost cell phone and that it was in the Lost & Found (which I didn't know existed) down at the Arts Advising counter (which I'd walked by about 5 times since losing my phone, fml) and so I went down and retrieved it, yayy.
I was kind of hungry by then (~3:45, if you're keeping track), but due to my walletlessness, I only had about $1.75 on me (=emergency bus money, if I should ever forget my UPass again, which I undoubtedly will), and let's face it - you can't really get much in terms of substantial food for $1.75 at UBC, not after the taxes have been counted in. Thank goodness for UBC Security, though, haha - they were having some kind of fund-raiser for charity in the SUB: $1 for two donuts, yay! I texted my brother to see if he wanted the one with chocolate glaze and loads of sprinkles on it, but he didn't reply, so upon coming home (after completely missing my bus stop and having to take the bus back from the endpoint at Joyce Station...) and discovering he's passed out on the couch snoring like a dying horse, I ate the second one, too =). Not the healthiest late lunch thing, of course, but I guess this is the closest I'll get to needing comfort food, lol.
Anyway, I'm okay, and thank God for nice professors and nice classmates and nice security personnel selling donuts for charity. And Matthew, who told me I looked like I was coming in from a fire or something when I burst through the doors of the SUB, then reminded me that the vocab test couldn't have been worth that much and that I could get the notes from a friend. But urgh, that's still annoying. I hate being a responsible student, sometimes. It'd be easier to just not care, wouldn't it?
Oh, and I just shot off an email to my Eng professor in reply to his query about a lost cell phone. It reads:
Dear Professor,
You rock. Thanks a billion!
Sincerely,
Jessica
Anyway, I ended up making it to class only slightly late, and class itself was fine and dandy. Richard II has so many religious references; I didn't even realize. I went downstairs after to shoot off an apologetic/beggy email to my Korean professor to let me make up for the quiz and hand in my homework (it all couuunts... you don't get credit for handing things in late =( ), then headed off to the bus loop. I don't think she'll let me, though; she's really nice and super cute, but I reread the syllabus while I was in the Arts lounge computer lab, and it says make-up exams won't be given unless there's a proper doctor's note and stuff.
About a stop later, I realize that my phone isn't in my backpack, even though I distinctly remember setting it on silent and then slipping it back in at the beginning of class. I get off the bus and walk back to the Buchanan complex (which took like... 30 minutes, apparently. I didn't think the first stop after the bus loop was so far...), and find that there's a class going on in the classroom we were in. I didn't want to be an ass and disturb them while embarrassing myself, so I waited outside and attempted to study for the remainder of the hour, all the while emoing over how I could've been home at 3:00 instead of 4:30/5 (when it's getting dark and creepy) if I weren't stupid and careless. It's a very sad thing, sitting there thinking about passing time by texting twitter something about oversleeping and losing your phone only to realize you can't because... you lost your phone.
Oh, and I didn't bring any food because I usually wait until I get home to eat on T/Th, but I also didn't bring my wallet 'cause it was still in the bag I used last night, and it was like, "Nuuuuu, another 2.5 hours without food ;_;." It turned out that my cell wasn't even in the classroom, in the end.
I checked the floors and desk-chairs and asked the professor, and he told me to check the English department, because my prof might've picked it up and dropped it off there. So off I go to the waffle tower Buch. Tower of many offices and the receptionist lady was kind of flippant and not-so-nice, but I went up two floors to my English prof's office proper to go bother him about it because a classmate that I met on the way up told me he was holding office hours right then to discuss our ideas for our term paper. The pseudo-line of nice classmates waiting outside his office up there told me that he'd actually sent out an email about a lost cell phone and that it was in the Lost & Found (which I didn't know existed) down at the Arts Advising counter (which I'd walked by about 5 times since losing my phone, fml) and so I went down and retrieved it, yayy.
I was kind of hungry by then (~3:45, if you're keeping track), but due to my walletlessness, I only had about $1.75 on me (=emergency bus money, if I should ever forget my UPass again, which I undoubtedly will), and let's face it - you can't really get much in terms of substantial food for $1.75 at UBC, not after the taxes have been counted in. Thank goodness for UBC Security, though, haha - they were having some kind of fund-raiser for charity in the SUB: $1 for two donuts, yay! I texted my brother to see if he wanted the one with chocolate glaze and loads of sprinkles on it, but he didn't reply, so upon coming home (after completely missing my bus stop and having to take the bus back from the endpoint at Joyce Station...) and discovering he's passed out on the couch snoring like a dying horse, I ate the second one, too =). Not the healthiest late lunch thing, of course, but I guess this is the closest I'll get to needing comfort food, lol.
Anyway, I'm okay, and thank God for nice professors and nice classmates and nice security personnel selling donuts for charity. And Matthew, who told me I looked like I was coming in from a fire or something when I burst through the doors of the SUB, then reminded me that the vocab test couldn't have been worth that much and that I could get the notes from a friend. But urgh, that's still annoying. I hate being a responsible student, sometimes. It'd be easier to just not care, wouldn't it?
Oh, and I just shot off an email to my Eng professor in reply to his query about a lost cell phone. It reads:
Dear Professor,
You rock. Thanks a billion!
Sincerely,
Jessica