"You still have failing grades in several classes. If you wish to graduate this quarter you had better get your makeups in ASAP."
Um, excuse me? What? I'm pretty 160% positive that all my makeups are in, have been in, for ages. I reply to her message saying, "I have turned in all my makeups, what classes have a failing grade?" NO RESPONSE .
So, I quickly change my heart boxers for a pair of semi-dirty jeans, smearing my still-wet nail polish in the process, ditch my coffee (First cup, mind you), and haul ass down to the office.
Rachel (office lady) looks up my grades. "You aren't failing anything this quarter. It's just business from winter quarter and riding 2 from fall quarter."
"Max told me I was good on business! I turned in those makeups months ago." I said, starting with the easy one. Rachel nods, agreeing with me and saying that she was pretty sure she had heard him saying that to me, too.
"Who did you have for riding?"
"Jen. And I thought I had gotten those in fall quarter, but I found out this quarter that she wanted double what I had turned in. I took care of that several weeks ago, so if anything she should have extra makeups for that class." I explained, TRYING not to sound irritated. "Rachel, I'm leaving tomorrow night. If they want more makeups from me that's fine, I'll do it, but I need to know, like, now."
"Okay, I'll leave them notes again. We'll get this taken care of."
"Thank you." I walk outside the office, and feel like throwing a torch on the goddamn building. They fuckin better get this taken care of!!
If I can't graduate because of their inability to get shit done, I'm going to lose my cool.
I did my shit, now you do yours. Ya know. 'Cause, I'm leaving TOMORROW. I don't want to leave this place still hoping that they have finally gotten around to my grades and updated my shit.
Ugh. Anyways.
Now I'm back in my crate. Redid the smeared nail polish, finishing my now-cold cup of coffee. Nox wont eat, because he's too cold. Another week, and he'll have his own big tank, a water heater, and some toys even. He'll be a happy fish :) And I will be a happy woman.
Today I am washing all my blankets and pillow cases, doing a little cleaning around the crate, and maybe some yoga. Tomorrow, I'll be doing the rest of my laundry, throwing everything else in my car, and hitting the road! Damn. :)
Um, excuse me? What? I'm pretty 160% positive that all my makeups are in, have been in, for ages. I reply to her message saying, "I have turned in all my makeups, what classes have a failing grade?" NO RESPONSE .
So, I quickly change my heart boxers for a pair of semi-dirty jeans, smearing my still-wet nail polish in the process, ditch my coffee (First cup, mind you), and haul ass down to the office.
Rachel (office lady) looks up my grades. "You aren't failing anything this quarter. It's just business from winter quarter and riding 2 from fall quarter."
"Max told me I was good on business! I turned in those makeups months ago." I said, starting with the easy one. Rachel nods, agreeing with me and saying that she was pretty sure she had heard him saying that to me, too.
"Who did you have for riding?"
"Jen. And I thought I had gotten those in fall quarter, but I found out this quarter that she wanted double what I had turned in. I took care of that several weeks ago, so if anything she should have extra makeups for that class." I explained, TRYING not to sound irritated. "Rachel, I'm leaving tomorrow night. If they want more makeups from me that's fine, I'll do it, but I need to know, like, now."
"Okay, I'll leave them notes again. We'll get this taken care of."
"Thank you." I walk outside the office, and feel like throwing a torch on the goddamn building. They fuckin better get this taken care of!!
If I can't graduate because of their inability to get shit done, I'm going to lose my cool.
I did my shit, now you do yours. Ya know. 'Cause, I'm leaving TOMORROW. I don't want to leave this place still hoping that they have finally gotten around to my grades and updated my shit.
Ugh. Anyways.
Now I'm back in my crate. Redid the smeared nail polish, finishing my now-cold cup of coffee. Nox wont eat, because he's too cold. Another week, and he'll have his own big tank, a water heater, and some toys even. He'll be a happy fish :) And I will be a happy woman.
Today I am washing all my blankets and pillow cases, doing a little cleaning around the crate, and maybe some yoga. Tomorrow, I'll be doing the rest of my laundry, throwing everything else in my car, and hitting the road! Damn. :)
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