So, Ive been sick since Friday. I thought it was just frickin allergies or something, so I didnt really take it easy. Went riding Saturday morning, fucked around for a bit, and hit up one of the facultys world famous BBQs. I tell ya, science people, they can throw down. There was a ton of food, a beer tent, and tunes blasting through out the night at his fat palatial estate. As per usual however, I get stuck with the grilling duties. I dont mind to be honest because it gives me something to do while Im standing around talking to people and putting back some cold ones.
It funny how as an undergrad the only activities you think your instructor enjoys participating in are finding ways to make you fail their class. You never realize they are human as well and like to indulge in the same craziness that you partake of.
All little bit after midnight I was really feeling crappy and made my way home. The next day the fevers and chills came and I was useless for most of the day. A buddy of mine was in town from gradschool visiting his girl and I ended up driving him to the airport. I forced myself to grab some Chipotle, since I was starving, on the way home. That place always cheers me up. Came back home and watch a little football then hit the hay.
Yesterday, I was trash. Horrible sleep from the night before, breathing through the muck in my lungs, and running around trying to get things ready for our first club meeting in the Bio department. Sucked ass. By the time I got to class I had the sweats bad and was dying to get back home.
The meeting started after class and was a complete cluster fuck. We were totally unorganized. Other officers were running around getting this and that while I was jibbering like an idiot in front of the students introducing everyone. We finally got plates and stuff for the food (If you feed themthey will come) and that settled them down a bit. Everything was capped off with this silly activity that some stereotypical nerd flew through in seconds and ended the meeting. We cleaned up and booked out, with like half of our allotted time left over I might add. I mulled around school a bit, flushing out some paper trails before I finally made it home. Watched my boys and Michael Vick tear up the Eagles last night and then crashed.
I got up this morning and still felt like poopstuff, so I decided to stay the fuck home. Rolled back into bed, slept, even though theres a god damn tree shredder or something parked outside my fucking window. And here we arestill sickshould be studyinginstead of looking at the boobies.
Hooray the boobies!
It funny how as an undergrad the only activities you think your instructor enjoys participating in are finding ways to make you fail their class. You never realize they are human as well and like to indulge in the same craziness that you partake of.
All little bit after midnight I was really feeling crappy and made my way home. The next day the fevers and chills came and I was useless for most of the day. A buddy of mine was in town from gradschool visiting his girl and I ended up driving him to the airport. I forced myself to grab some Chipotle, since I was starving, on the way home. That place always cheers me up. Came back home and watch a little football then hit the hay.
Yesterday, I was trash. Horrible sleep from the night before, breathing through the muck in my lungs, and running around trying to get things ready for our first club meeting in the Bio department. Sucked ass. By the time I got to class I had the sweats bad and was dying to get back home.
The meeting started after class and was a complete cluster fuck. We were totally unorganized. Other officers were running around getting this and that while I was jibbering like an idiot in front of the students introducing everyone. We finally got plates and stuff for the food (If you feed themthey will come) and that settled them down a bit. Everything was capped off with this silly activity that some stereotypical nerd flew through in seconds and ended the meeting. We cleaned up and booked out, with like half of our allotted time left over I might add. I mulled around school a bit, flushing out some paper trails before I finally made it home. Watched my boys and Michael Vick tear up the Eagles last night and then crashed.
I got up this morning and still felt like poopstuff, so I decided to stay the fuck home. Rolled back into bed, slept, even though theres a god damn tree shredder or something parked outside my fucking window. And here we arestill sickshould be studyinginstead of looking at the boobies.
Hooray the boobies!