My official summer biology course grade is (and a drumroll please….) 81%! My professor sent out a spreadsheet that just has student numbers, original grades and changed grades. My student number was listed with 80% as the original grade and 81% as the changed one. I’m quite pleased, since it’s an A-. The class average was 75% with no scaling, whatsoever. The highest grade was 93% (stupid smart people…) and the lowest was 39%. Yes, I am that competitive that I look at what the highest grade was, what the lowest was, and where I fall in the group (#17!).

Work was stressful again today. I have twelve projects to complete in twelve days. Twelve. Freaking. Days. Do they expect me to pull a bunny rabbit out of my hoodie? Do they think I have golden horseshoes falling out of my ass? I can’t do all of this. I have 3 manuals that are on second or third drafts. I have five sales procedures that I need to get done but I can’t because I’m relying on input from others. I have ninety-three documents and spreadsheets to go over and to determine how relevant/useful it all us to compile into a manual for inventory data entry. I have a new manual to write. I have assorted other files to complete. The one completed thing I have? A one page procedural sheet that was done in thirty minutes and signed by the plant manager the next date. Ughhh. I feel like such a failure. I mean, it’s great that I got a job for the summer, but at the same time, if I look back at the work that I’ve done this summer, it just doesn’t seem like much, even though it is.

So, as it has become a normal thing for me at work, I had some cuddle time today. Of course, as luck would have it, at one point his arm was near my ear since he was standing up to hug me and I was sitting down. And then I went ‘FUCK!’ very loudly and pushed him away because his arm pressed against my ear and it just hurt so damn bad. He was very apologetic about it afterwards because he forgot about it (I certainly didn’t, especially not with that pain). He gave nicer hugs after that, taking care not to brush against my ears after that. And I got Skittles later after he went out just to buy them for me.

The first memorable conversation of the day, featuring myself, C and R:
M: You know, that’s really not an attractive look for you [C has a corndog in his mouth, and he's using his teeth to keep it in his mouth while he's opening a packet of ketchup]
R: But he’s just so used to it.
[C pulls it out of his mouth, looking insulted.]
M: And how would you know that?
R: He hasn’t told you about what happens around here when you go home, has he?
[laughter]

The second memorable conversation of the day, featuring yours truly and the Boy:
M: You’re like incapable of spending time with me.
C: What do you mean?
M: I’m running out of fingers on a hand to count the number of times that you’ve canceled or haven’t even been able to plan anything with me. Remember that time where you promised over and over again that we’d spend that Saturday together? Remember that?
C: Well I’m a busy idiot.
M: Then get unbusy, moron.
C: Did you just call me a moron?
M: Have you gone deaf too?
C: No…
M: Good. And if you poke me again with that finger, I will feed it to you and make you like it.
C: …. Okay.
M: I should get back to work. I’ll talk to you later, hun.
C: Come by later to chat, sweetheart.

I got mail today! I got mail today! I got mail today!

The first important piece of mail was from this education savings plan place informing me that I don’t qualify for education assistance because of my standing with my university. So I have to mail them back a form stating that I’m going to be delaying my education assistance for a year. Luckily I worked full time this summer so I should have absolutely no problems paying for tuition, books and assorted expenses this year. I’m going to have to go to the postal office on Saturday and get it mailed back (I will most likely be sending it registered, that’s what I did with my first letter to them). Of course, this whole mess brings to light (to my parents, at least) that I still have first year standing. Luckily they don’t know the real reason behind that, heh.

The second important piece of mail was my package from Britt! I got letters, photos, postcards (I wish I was in the Netherlands right now, I went once when I was 10 and haven’t been back since - it’s very disappointing), a mixed cd (which includes one song by The Ataris that I actually do not have on my computer - shocker), candy (I haven’t tried it yet) and a bracelet. I don’t think that I’ve forgotten anything - photos later. I’m going to get to replying to Britt’s letter probably tomorrow and send it on Saturday as well. I have to say though, there’s an awful lot of holes on the sides of the note paper in the Netherlands - my looseleaf paper only has 3 holes on the side compared to like… 30 maybe? I haven’t counted, I should though, hehe. (more…)

My final exam was from 1-4 today. I was done writing at around 2:30 and I left at around 3. The only reason I stayed the extra half hour was because I didn’t want to be first one to leave the lecture theatre. So I just waited until someone else was making moves to leave and then I followed suit. So it went okay. It was fairly easy, as exams go. The entire last question (parts a to g) was basically an entire ‘gimme gimme’ question. It starts off with “What kind of random genetic variations occurred that makes you uniquely you?” and ends with “What is the most valuable or most interesting thing that you learned during this four week course?” And it was worth 17 of the 74 mark exam. So yeah that went pretty well. I chatted with my prof after the exam, basically told her that the exam was pretty fair, she thanked me for my input and then I left.

Overall, today was a pretty good day. I had pizza for lunch, I was called a tramp by a little boy who looked to be about 6 while I was on the bus and I overheard an off-duty (but still in uniform) police officer singing “Dancing Through Life” from Wicked: The Musical and I commented on his singing (it was really good). He said he didn’t come across very many people who knew what Wicked was and I told him that he had been singing at the wrong train stations.

I’ve been eating cherries today (yum!) so here’s a teaser shot of what was left of my cherries (sorry for the blurry shot, my cell phone decided that it would temperamental today):

And in other news… I got my second midterm back, I didn’t do as well as I did the first time, but it was still fairly good and still above the class average (the class average was 80.8%, which is fairly high). So yay. I have exactly one more lecture and then the one final on Saturday and then I am done the course! It’s actually been a fairly good four weeks, I thought the course was going to be absolutely crazy intensive and I would be studying every waking moment of every single day. And while it hasn’t been crazy intensive, it has been pretty packed in with information. And I haven’t been studying every waking moment of every single day - how can I when I still manage to find time to break my site’s coding, upgrade/downgrade Wordpress, blog and chat with people on via texts or msn?

I also had this crazy dream where I began/developed (whatever) a ‘community’ style blog where myself and a handful of people from a forum that I frequent started blogging. We’d all take like a day or whatever and each have general topics that we would cover. And then, in this dream, the blog ended up getting attention in the news and we ended up squabbling over who should sell who’s shares to whom as we all wanted the majority of the shares. Of course, my first thought when I woke up was ‘what the….?’. My second thought was ‘I should totally start a community blog’. Obviously I ignore blatantly obvious hints from my subconscious, that’s okay though.