On the Train, Part 2
The reason I came back for the two days of this week was because I had a presentation I had to give on Monday morning in my Communications class. Seeing as I needed a good grade on this to help my overall grade in the class, I knew it would not be an “optional” attendance day.
I showed up a few minutes late to the class to find him already in sort of a lecture. I didn’t intend on being late, but I was unable to board the first shuttle as it had filled just before I got on. My presentation was ready, but he decided to have me put it off until the end of class. After having me wait for most of the class as he seemed to ramble I was finally given a short period of time to present my article to the class. It seemed to go well, but I was unable to entertain any questions from the class, something that other students had the opportunity to do. Too bad.
I spent the rest of the day coasting through my schedule. It seemed easy enough. Monday night was interesting in that the room next to mine had a large game of Beer Pong going on. Of course they were being loud and the RAs on duty, noticing the missing table, knew what was going on. I heard a large bang on the door down the hall, and knew this was going to be entertaining. I put my head out the door and watched as they walked in and started yelling “Alright. Put the half empty ones over here, the empty ones over here, and the full ones over here.” I went back into my room and shut the door, laughing my ass off.
The next morning I went to Political Science 100. What a boring class. I didn’t know that I had to read the start of The Second Trieste of Government, so I was a bit behind. She went over the historical context of the story, but told us that it didn’t really matter at all. Of course, parts of it did matter, as her ramblings that compare (in this case) Locke to the previous subjects of the class (Plato and Machiavelli) were very important. I decided to write everything down… better to be safe than sorry.
At 11:30 I had an interview for a student job. Assisting other students with their computers. It pays well and I had a good connection who worked for the department so I figured I would have no problem getting the job. They are looking for Computer Science Majors, but my explanation of “I would be a computer science major, but never at this school” seemed to work well. There are always exceptions, she told me. I think I am going to get the job for next semester.
Later on in the day I went to my speech class. The teacher introduced a new special-occasion type speech where we have to convey a message in a form other than just standing in front of the class reading from note cards. At the end of class he gave me my grade for my previous speech. I was one of three people in the class to get a C. What a crock of bullshit. My speech was at least “B” quality compared to everyone else, and my presentation was flawless. I need to get a B on my assignments so that I can pull a C for the class thanks to a missed speech earlier in the semester. If I get a D for that class I am going to be very upset.
After that class I went up to my room for a bit. I surfed the web and talked to a few people. I took a shower and got all packed. And, of course, I lost track of the time and found that I only had two hours to get to the train station. So out the door I ran, forgetting my iPod in the room. I took the University’s shuttle to the Water Tower Campus and picked up a cab from there to the train station (total cost was $10 after tip.) Thank god I got there when I did, as by the time I got my ticket I had approximately 20 minutes before the train left. If I had changed one part of my plan I would have been late for the train. After getting my ticket I went to the McDonalds upstairs and ate some quick dinner. As I came back downstairs the boarding for my train to Milwaukee had started. I got on the train, sat down, opened my laptop and plugged in my cellphone.
