For the past few days, it seems like I've been doing a lot of testing. Or, rather, the subject of testing has come up. On Monday I actually took my first in class college test ever for Ethnic Studies 100. It actually wasn't very hard. Considering the fact that I studied only about two chapters out of the four for the test an hour beforehand right outside the forum hall. Ah, yes, procrastination, it makes up much of my life. Which is a really terrible thing. And then I have a quiz online for sociology due by next Sunday (on stuff I haven't even read) and my first test for Geography is tonight.
Geography is so friggin' hard. Like, I don't understand half the things he tells me in that class. One, because I'm too distracted with the copious amounts of sweat that seem to be drenching the underarms of his Hawaiian t-shirts and two, because everyone in the class looks like they're going to kill me. Not that they're a bunch of bikers and gang bangers, they just look like they want to leave all the time. Everyone just seems to hate being there. And no one talks before class. No one. I'm afraid if I even turn to the person next to me and ask their name, they'll pull out a butterfly knife and threaten me. So, considering I have that test tonight, I should be studying for it. But I'm really holding it off as much as I possibly can. Just like I do for every other test in the world. At least it's open notes. But then you know that it's going to be even harder than it should be.
At least my theatre class has been fun recently. I never take notes in that class. The teacher probably thinks that I'm rude because of it, but it's just that I know everything already. For God sakes, of course I know what dialogue and blocking are. I know stage directions and short hand. And I know what a comma means in a script. So I just sit there and get a review of this stuff. It's when we do the actual activities that it gets fun. He gave us two neutral scenes last time and we picked out random partners by counting out. For some reason, our class can't count out worth s**t. We are either all really dyslectic or we never went through kindergarten. Either one is pretty bad. But once we got the challenge of counting ourselves up to eleven, we were home free. The neutral scenes were totally off the top of his head. He just listened to us behind him as he wrote the scenes out on the board. I mentioned this and he wrote down what I said on the board. It was fun though. I'm trying to make friends in that class but it's just so hard to make friends when it's a once a week class.
And then in sociology two of my classmates that I liked left because they didn't want to get a bad grade in the class. On my first quiz I got a 86/90 but there are some that didn't score so hot. So they bailed out with a 'W'. But I actually like the class, so I don't want to leave. I'm trying to get to know the guys next to me a little better but it's hard when one keeps not showing up for class and the other one talks very little.
I've been having this lonely feeling lately. I think the fact that I'm out on my own is starting to sink in. I'm not depressed about it, but it's something that I've been noticing lately. I do a lot of stuff on my own and I'm not friends with people at school (it's really friggin' hard to make friends at OCC because they're totally not having fun) and I don't see friends all that often. I can't call people all the time because my phone has limited minutes and I can only text so much. I spend a lot of my time at home alone too. Hugh goes off to work, Jillian goes to school, and Tracey is usually doing some volunteer work at the Braille Institute or going to school for her library technology degree. And I had no idea you could actually get a degree in that. But, yeah. It gets lonely pretty quickly. I'm really hoping to land a job soon. Because that would really help me out a lot.
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