::eyebrow twiches:: slightly evil smirk::

[kageisuke]

So, it's a weekday, yesterday was a holiday, but school this morning. ::points to location:: See where I am? Yeah, that's right, home. Now why am I home and not sleeping when I should be at school? Mr.T locked me out because I was late. This is the first class of the term so I really should have been on time. I even said that I would be there by 8 o'clock today, and I had every intention of doing so, but you know what? I didn't make it. It was 8:07 by the time I got there. The door was locked, I knocked, those bastards Jamie and Melissa just waved at me and pointed to the clock. I was like 'I passed my highway exit... =_= ::still doesn't know how I managed to do that:: Let me in.' They just waved.

I was like, 'Fine. You wanna be that way?' ::walks away fully prepared to leave:: I see this other guy walk up to the door then try it, knock. I waited to see if they were just being mean and not letting ME in, but they didn't let him in either. ::laughs:: So, I decided, hey. Let's go to Ms.Isbell. I asked her, 'Hey, when's the next Relational Database class?' She was like, 2-3 terms. 'Okay. Well, Mr.T locked me out, sooo...' '0.o That's not right... ::gets up:: Let me find a key.' And so she wanders around for a key and I leave. Yes, leave and go home.

I dropped off kaa-san's dry cleaning, stop by WAWA [local gas station/mini supermarket, I swear] to get a chicken biscuit for which I had a craving, and a free coffee came with it. ::shrugs:: Vanilla cream... Mmmmmm... Then, I get home, and start typing. Phone rings. ::blinks:: Everyone knows I'm at school, probably a telemarketer. ::checks anyway::

Well I'll be damned, 'Yes, Mr.T?' 'Are you coming to class?' 'No. you locked me out.' '0.o What?! You can't just miss a whole day of class, we're learning important stuff today!' 'You locked me out... =_= And I'm already at home, and I'll just drop it and take it next time.' 'You can't do that, come on! Come back to class!' 'Gah, don't beg, I wasted gas!' 'I'll give you the gas money, come on, you can't just bail out like that!'

.....

Whose fault do you think it is? =_=

So anyway, I've been coerced to going back to school... So much for Tuesday and Thrusdays off... =_=

Comments

[psycho-dono.livejournal.com]

... I don't wanna know why your sister was humping your leg.

But if ya wanna story, I got one. The college German teacher was a royal bitch. I asked her 7 MONTHS in advance if I could arrange to take my final at a different time. (It fell on the Fri of Acen, missed Acen once for this reason already) Before the finals that semester. Before the next one even started. What did she say? 'No. I'm not allowed to do that.' UTTER BULLSHIT. I knew of teachers, IN HER DEPARTMENT that did this. Even the department head was an ass. So I told her 'No? Fine, you won't see me next semester.' She was rather put off. And if I didn't have to take finals from her in a month, I'd have said much more with quite a bit of vulgarity thrown in.

Bleh. I think the sleep deprivation's making me cranky. Need crack fix for that... ~~~(>o_o)>

[kageisuke.livejournal.com]

Not humping, but she was attached... =_=

That IS evil, and I haven't had any complete asshole teachers. I've had irritating ones who didn't know what they were doing, but no assholes.

Go sleep! ::rubs your belly:: sings a lulliby offkey::