I keep getting sick at the beginning of term and then having trouble catching up. I did this last term and passed under half of my classes. If I do this again, I don't know what will happen. I'm scared. High school was so trivial. Why did I think a hard college was a good idea?
"'You scoundrel, you have wronged me,' hissed the philosopher. 'May you live forever!'" - Ambrose Bierce
This already happened yesterday, but I kept wondering if I should post this or not.
Let's be clear about it: yes, the stereotype is true, women in my country are whores. Or, to be a little bit more precise, people seem to think they can use us as whores.
Yesterday I was supposed to have my somaniest theory exam and I was waiting for the bus to arrive. I got there much earlier, so if I my bus didn't arrive, I could take the one before that one. So I kept waiting and waiting and waiting and the bus didn't arrive. I was standing at the bus stop for an hour, while the busses are supposed to arrive every thirty minutes. In fact, two busses should have gotten there while I stood there in the hot, boiling sun. So I stayed there, waiting patiently, until I realized there was no fucking way to make it to my theory exam this way. I complained a bit to a few women who were waiting for at least an hour as well, apparently a bus driver who was supposed to drive the bus that should have arrived there listened to my complainings too. Then I left and I went to the cycle shed, so I could get my bike and go home.
While I went to the cycle shed, apparently the bus driver followed me. He stopped me while and he asked me if I still needed to go to my theory exam. I said that there was no need, because I'd get there too late anyway. These were his exact words: "I don't know what you'd give to get to your theory exam, but if you change your mind, I can bring you there. It doesn't have to cost any money at all. I can bring you there for free, really, all you have to do is join me to the bathroom and then we'll see." I said "no, thank you" and I ran into the cycle shed. It was when I unlocked my bike, when I realized what the exact words of that man were and what he really wanted.
I knew I had a bad sense of style, but I never expected to ever be mistaken for a prostitute.
Ouch, that was so nasty of him... :ouch: I hope you feel better after taking a shower - I've heard it can help with Creepy Dude Goosebumps.