School administrators suck.
When they informed me their system glitched and I was signed up for the wrong type of Anatomy class, I handled it rather well. When they told me that I couldn't switch and that I and I quote, 'will have to suck it up and deal with it,' I thought, I handled it just as well.
Only if you count that the head of baby Cupid in front of the main building would be kicked into the parking lot and knocking a freshmen out cold, handling it well.
I felt really guilty that, that freshmen had to be on the receiving end of my short burst of rage. I sent him a fruit basket and apologized till he had me banned from his hospital room.
It really seemed like a great way to go at the time. He never did forgive me though. Every time he saw me in the courtyard or passing by, he ran away or sent me a thick glare and a hiss when he felt manly enough. As of present day, the Anatomy Arts course I was signed up is a pain in itself. I'm no Picasso or Monet, but you could say I can draw decently. It's nearly dawn, and I'm barely finished with the facial structure project that was assigned months ago. With a tired yawn, I grumble knowing I shouldn't have pulled an all-nighter the last few nights to finish the last few chapters of a steamy Romance. I spent nearly two days finishing my thesis for my genetic development course the week before. I deserved the reward, but I really wish I hadn't. The the main character's love interest fell off a cliff and it ended with that. To say I've been depressed over it is an understatem- the obnxious ringtonw of my cell phone rings in the silence and I almost fall out of my bed in surprise. Glancing down, a dark line runs across the semi- detailed drawing of a pair of eyes, that leave me with a sense of déjà vu. I shake my head not wanting to think about them right now, and instead peak at the caller ID, accepting it only moments before the last ring. "Hello?" "Oh, S-Scottie it- it's just terrible. You must save me. I-I think, I'm going to die." Juliet's voice passionately cries into the receiver and I yawn sleepily again, barely responding to her outburst. Eyeing the thick line I purse my lips together, how am I going to fix that blasted line? "Jewels, calm down." I finally reply, momentarily forgetting about her "issue." Her voice seems to get more melodramatic with each breath she takes. "I can't. It's so c-cold, I don't think I can feel m-my legs, is this what dying feels li-" I cut her overdramtic rambling quickly, "You locked your keys in your car again." It was more of a statement, than a question. She doesn't reply. I start slipping on a pair of Converse and grab my keys. Juliet has …show more content…
I only told her about that job because she got me drunk on my birthday last year. Mandatory cow suits and immature preteens pulling on your utters all day was surprisingly not the most embarrassing job I've ever had.
"Let's not mention that shall we, and just enjoy our little brunch here, okay?" I laugh nervously, as I shovel an over sized spoon full of scrambled eggs into my mouth. Patrick was bound to ask, but Juliet was off on her gossip craze and the best part about him liking her is he hangs off her every word. We catch him up on everything by the time we were all finished.
She even starts to tattle on me, since my lack of generosity to my community is depressing.
I wince when he scolds me. His scolding is worse than the look of disappointment most parents give whenever you do something. After cleaning up the kitchen, Juliet receives a call. When she is out of earshot, I stand and pull Patrick out of the room.
Pushing him into our coat closet was a lot harder than you would think . I close the door behind me without turning the lights on.
"Patrick! I saw those lovesick eyes." I whisper and poke his chest with each word.
"I know, I know it's hard not to stare and ouch!" he yellspers back and moves my hand to rub at his
When they informed me their system glitched and I was signed up for the wrong type of Anatomy class, I handled it rather well. When they told me that I couldn't switch and that I and I quote, 'will have to suck it up and deal with it,' I thought, I handled it just as well.
Only if you count that the head of baby Cupid in front of the main building would be kicked into the parking lot and knocking a freshmen out cold, handling it well.
I felt really guilty that, that freshmen had to be on the receiving end of my short burst of rage. I sent him a fruit basket and apologized till he had me banned from his hospital room.
It really seemed like a great way to go at the time. He never did forgive me though. Every time he saw me in the courtyard or passing by, he ran away or sent me a thick glare and a hiss when he felt manly enough. As of present day, the Anatomy Arts course I was signed up is a pain in itself. I'm no Picasso or Monet, but you could say I can draw decently. It's nearly dawn, and I'm barely finished with the facial structure project that was assigned months ago. With a tired yawn, I grumble knowing I shouldn't have pulled an all-nighter the last few nights to finish the last few chapters of a steamy Romance. I spent nearly two days finishing my thesis for my genetic development course the week before. I deserved the reward, but I really wish I hadn't. The the main character's love interest fell off a cliff and it ended with that. To say I've been depressed over it is an understatem- the obnxious ringtonw of my cell phone rings in the silence and I almost fall out of my bed in surprise. Glancing down, a dark line runs across the semi- detailed drawing of a pair of eyes, that leave me with a sense of déjà vu. I shake my head not wanting to think about them right now, and instead peak at the caller ID, accepting it only moments before the last ring. "Hello?" "Oh, S-Scottie it- it's just terrible. You must save me. I-I think, I'm going to die." Juliet's voice passionately cries into the receiver and I yawn sleepily again, barely responding to her outburst. Eyeing the thick line I purse my lips together, how am I going to fix that blasted line? "Jewels, calm down." I finally reply, momentarily forgetting about her "issue." Her voice seems to get more melodramatic with each breath she takes. "I can't. It's so c-cold, I don't think I can feel m-my legs, is this what dying feels li-" I cut her overdramtic rambling quickly, "You locked your keys in your car again." It was more of a statement, than a question. She doesn't reply. I start slipping on a pair of Converse and grab my keys. Juliet has …show more content…
I only told her about that job because she got me drunk on my birthday last year. Mandatory cow suits and immature preteens pulling on your utters all day was surprisingly not the most embarrassing job I've ever had.
"Let's not mention that shall we, and just enjoy our little brunch here, okay?" I laugh nervously, as I shovel an over sized spoon full of scrambled eggs into my mouth. Patrick was bound to ask, but Juliet was off on her gossip craze and the best part about him liking her is he hangs off her every word. We catch him up on everything by the time we were all finished.
She even starts to tattle on me, since my lack of generosity to my community is depressing.
I wince when he scolds me. His scolding is worse than the look of disappointment most parents give whenever you do something. After cleaning up the kitchen, Juliet receives a call. When she is out of earshot, I stand and pull Patrick out of the room.
Pushing him into our coat closet was a lot harder than you would think . I close the door behind me without turning the lights on.
"Patrick! I saw those lovesick eyes." I whisper and poke his chest with each word.
"I know, I know it's hard not to stare and ouch!" he yellspers back and moves my hand to rub at his