That Coulda Been Bad...

So I study my butt off yesterday for the two finals that were scheduled for today, and end up eventually crashing in the wee hours of the morning as my friend and I decide our brains are as mushy as they'll get. Well that was mostly me deciding that, but I was tired. The alarm went off at 6:30 so we could move our cars, which was very cold and very annoying. Yeah I could have moved them the night before, but then I wouldn't have been forced to wake up. So I come back and roll around for a while whining about having to go take a final, and finally get my act together shower and head toward Phelps. I get there at like 7:45 and there are two people in the room, I figure well it's an 8 it's probably just ppl running late. At 8 there are now four of us in the room. I figure damn, looks like they rescheduled it to 9 like they sometimes do with 8am finals that won't last the full three hours. So I go down and buy some trail mix and a Powerade to occupy the time, and scan through various chapters of the book for any last minute useful information that might be helpful for the two essays. So about 8:50 rolls around and the place is really filling up. I get my blue book all ready for the essays and some random woman I've never seen before comes in with a stack of tests. I figure well, this class has no section, maybe it's the T/A, or the grader or someone. Then she's like, "I hope you all brought your scantrons... " This of course was a shock because I was expecting two essays. The thought occurs to me that this might not be my class. I go outside and ask someone what class is taking a final in that room and sure enough, it's Sociology 4, not Economics 113A. I hurriedly gather my things and leave, getting looks of bewilderment from the other students in there. I now have a real problem, potentially my final started almost an hour previously, somewhere else. I decide to go over to the Undergrad office to see if they have a list of where the finals are supposed to be, sweating bullets the whole way. They look it up, and find out it's scheduled for Friday at 8am. What the. Friday? I check my notes, and in three different places I have it written as Wednesday. So we check the schedule of classes booklet thing with the Final schedule in it as well, and it says classes that are MWF at 8 have finals on Friday at 8. So two sources now say I'm an idiot. I then notice in her list of classes that the second class that the professor is teaching this quarter had its final today at 8am. So he probably mixed them up on the initial syllabus and when initially giving us the info. Sigh.

I then came home and slept for like four more hours. After a bunch more studying I'm pretty comfortable about the one tonight at 7:30. I'll have plenty of time to tune in to CNN in another hour or so to find out what kind of world events take place. So here I am, still with 3 Finals to go, as most people pack up and go home. Doh.

It's been a while since I posted lyrics that meant something, so here you go.

"Listen late last night I heard the screen doors sway
and a big yellow taxi took my girl away...
Now don't it always seem to go
that you don't know what you got til it's gone
they paved paradise, and put up a parking lot."

It's the bridge and chorus of a new catchy Counting Crows song featuring Vanessa Carlton called Big Yellow Taxi. Good stuff.