the week is nearly done and most of it is gone in a blur of sedatives, caffeine, and not enough sleep. i only had four exams, and three of them were on wednesday. three. i felt like a kangaroo mouse, hopping from room to test to room to book to test. i was delirious before the day was half done. but at the end of the third test i smiled and let the remnants of my brain melt away. i handed in my work and takeo asked if i wanted to get drunk that night, and i think we all know what the obvious answer was.
but besides my three tests of the day, i also had to work. though, i don't know if it's fair to call tutoring in the residence halls "work." mostly it involves me trying not to fall asleep. sometimes with a student in the room studying, but more often than not alone. i had to sit there until ten trying to amuse myself. it's an easy way to earn extra money, but not an interesting one.
i got hit on, on the streets outside the bars. he asked, "did you say hi to me?" but i hadn't, so he said, "i'm sorry, i have a thing for red-heads." he walked me to where i was going, but from four feet away. when i reached my destination, he stood outside sadly while i went in, and i felt a little bad, because it's nice to be escorted but i didn't want to invite him in.
the evening was all alcohol and cheesecake, and great discussions of culture, and swearing in every language we knew. we amassed quite the collection. then yea-sul decided she liked the taste of flesh and started biting people and i got to talk math with a friend who shared the agony of two of my tests. people i knew were everywhere, and some of them yelled at me for being gone so long. but then they bought me shots and said, "it's good to have sara back!"
i have yet to recover, from anything, but i feel amazing.
but besides my three tests of the day, i also had to work. though, i don't know if it's fair to call tutoring in the residence halls "work." mostly it involves me trying not to fall asleep. sometimes with a student in the room studying, but more often than not alone. i had to sit there until ten trying to amuse myself. it's an easy way to earn extra money, but not an interesting one.
i got hit on, on the streets outside the bars. he asked, "did you say hi to me?" but i hadn't, so he said, "i'm sorry, i have a thing for red-heads." he walked me to where i was going, but from four feet away. when i reached my destination, he stood outside sadly while i went in, and i felt a little bad, because it's nice to be escorted but i didn't want to invite him in.
the evening was all alcohol and cheesecake, and great discussions of culture, and swearing in every language we knew. we amassed quite the collection. then yea-sul decided she liked the taste of flesh and started biting people and i got to talk math with a friend who shared the agony of two of my tests. people i knew were everywhere, and some of them yelled at me for being gone so long. but then they bought me shots and said, "it's good to have sara back!"
i have yet to recover, from anything, but i feel amazing.
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