BECKETT AND THE TERRIBLE, HORRIBLE, NO GOOD, VERY BAD DAY

I remember in Elementary school we were forced to watch these storybook musicals, and my favorite one was called Alexander and the terrible, horrible, no good very bad day. I remember just watching with amazement and a little joy at watching this kid sing about his horrible day. So when today rolled by and my day pretty much stunk, i wanted to burst out in song and sing to the world how stupid my day was today.

I hate how my bad days are on the end of the week, like the best day should be Friday, but for me it isn't. Last week was an exeption because i was going home, but once again the evil thing called Friday crept by, giving it's crashing blow as it always does. I was doing good until Biology Lab. Before lab i have chemistry, and we have had a sub for the past 2 days. The sub, who is a professor at the University but of an upper level chemistry class, is loud, brash, and calls on people in a +100 plus class. I was of course slinking down as low as i could in lecture today. I mean before class ended i was half way on the floor, hoping he wouldn't call on me. If we could combine his teaching ability with my professors quietness we may have just created the perfect chemistry professor. But because science has not reach that depth yet of combing human beings i will just have to struggle with my old, bad chemistry teacher. So we have TA's in our class, which are young grad students who don't do really anything but take roll. Usually the TA for the class, takes roll and then leaves, but because the sub was a young,not really my hott but her hott kind of teacher she stayed for the whole thing. She wore her short black skirt, nice white shirt, did her hair all up, and was engaged in all that he had to say. It was disgusting to watch her completely throw herself at him. Her face was beeming with complete sexual attraction to out sub. Trust on monday she will look like a total bum because old professor will be back.

SO i make my way to Biology lab, where more tension takes place. Between student and TA. I hate flirting, i mean obvious, nasty, why don't you just get a room flirty. It's digusting and makes everyone in the class uncomfortable. She's 18, he's 37. And though age is but a number, there has to be some professional distance between them. Not the case. While her breast are basically shoved in his face, and he whispers sweet nothings in her ear, we are sitting around trying not to stare. Mike is annoying me beyond words, he won't let me touch the microscope, we are arguing like an old married couple, i am cursing like a sailor, and he keeps up this "everything has to be perfect, i have OCD, i'm a perfectionist crap" I have never meet a kid who wanted a disorder as bad as he does. Has anyone seen the movie CAMP. Funny movie, if you haven't seen it...the main character has a strong case of OCD what he does is he counts all the words someone speaks, divides it by something, than gets the prime number of that....anyway it's really weird what he does, so the other day, while Mike was trying to prove how much OCD he had, he said the same lines from the movie, i mean it was so stupid. I guess he thinks i haven't seen the movie and i wouldn't notice, but i did. And though i didn't say anything, i caught him in his phonieness and lies. Who lies about having OCD? Like what is the big deal about having a disorder, no one likes having extreme OCD and taking medicine for it? He's crazy.

So combined with the overt sexual act taking place in the front, me wanting to hit Mike with the microscope, it doesn't end their. I'm not a mean person, but when yo cross a line i don't make it quiet that i am mad at you. I do manage to tell you that i'm mad, and then ignore you. So he was critiqing me on how i wasn't perfectly placing the blood on the slide, and i told him that it didn't need to be perfect. He than called me an idiot and said that i would end up doing nothing with my life because i don't believe that life has to be perfect, and that i would be a bum. After that comment, he tried to tell me what he did this weekend.

Beckett: after calling me a bum, i don't give a shit what you did this weekend.

I was so mad. He just wanted to embarras me in front of the class. So after a while of not speaking, he tells me that i don't have a life. WTF is wrong with this kid, keeps egging me on. I roll my eyes

Beckett: Just b/c i don't fill myself with unnecessay drama does not mean that i don't have a life.

So then this other kid gets into the conversation

Kid: Yeah just b/c she doesn't have a new porsche doesn't mean she doesn't have a life

Once everyone finds out he has a porsche, the instantly want to become his friend. Even the girl who was basically having sex with the TA moments later, has breast now in front of Mike. This goes on for 15 minutes. Mike somehow becomes the cool kid, and i am pushed to the side. What is wrong with the youth of america. Are we just materialistic people who care nothing about the character of another individual. I leave lab pissed. I don't understand people, mike, the world, i wash my hands of them all.

So i head down to the Dean office, though i got the slips a few days ago, i figure i just want to know what i have to do next. I notice that when i'm stressed i will ramble to anyone who offers to listen, seeing that i my daily life no really listens to what i have to say, even when i am screaming to be heard. So though i went there to find out about changing my form, i ramble to this nice male secretary, about my dilema's and anxieties, and fears of changing my major that i ddin't know i had. And though i knew he didn't know the answers, it was nice of him to ask me what i was thinking. Because other than this blog, i'm really not asked what i'm thinking or feeling. After completely embarassing myself, i tell him thank you for listening, and make my way to the psychology building. I love the psychology building, it was like light shone on it as i walked up the rock like stairs. I felt at home there, people were sitting outside, thinking, contemplating, and i felt as i opened the doors that i may just be the next smartest pysch major since Freud himself. Okay that's stretching it, but it was close. So i talk to the dean this monday at 2:30 to see if i am approved for the major change. I mean it is literally a major change, but also a major change in my academic career and maybe my life.

I finally found the building where the movie club is held, but it is too far for me to walk at night, unless i want to get attack by the bums, so unless i find someone to take me, or a bus, then me going is pretty much a bust. Which sucks, but i'm not trying to walk home in the middle of night, alone, down a dark street...

The filming of the movie starts tomorrow and i have to be there at ten, i wish i could sleep in though. I'm so tired. I'm done for the night.