Tuesday, July 22, 2008

It’s ’bout as bad as it could be...

Monday night is usually a class night. But last night my teacher canceled class. I was so excited for a free Monday night. I had big plans for my free Monday night; which included sitting on my couch and watching TV. I didn’t say they were great plans.

Due to class being canceled, my teacher assigned lots of make-up homework. I think he wanted to make sure we didn’t turn stupid from not sitting in his 3 ½ hour class. Apparently the man has zero faith in his pupils. Now, I can’t say my teacher didn’t give us plenty of time to complete the homework, because he did. However, I’m a procrastinator. I like to wait until the last minute to complete tasks. I mean really, is there any other way to do things? I think not. I blame all of this on the fact that I love to work under the gun. I love the stress of working under a deadline. Yeah, I know it’s weird. But last night…once again I put off all the homework until the last minute.

Around 8:30 I was getting tired of homework. I was three hours into my free Monday night, and I hadn’t watched a single minute of TV or sat on my couch! My brain was starting to turn to mush and I needed a break. I decided I would finish my last homework assignment and go for a run. I assumed my last homework assignment would take all of ten minutes. I mean, it was an easy 7 question quiz. I was wrong. The easy 7 question quiz took me one freakin’ hour. I was so frustrated! Sister #1 had to hear me yell outburst about how much I hated school, how much I hated math, and how I will NEVER EVER GO back to school-EVER! Sister #1 is used to my stress outburst, so she just turned up the volume on the TV to tune me out. I said I like the stress, I never said I handle it well. Anyway, after I finished my 7 question quiz it was time for my run. I finally made it out the door when I felt something hit and land on the top of my head. My first thought was- great it’s raining. However, I looked down on the pavement and realized there were no signs of other rain drops. I slowly moved my hand to the top of my head and felt wet gooey stuff. It was bird poop. The bird poop set me over the edge. Instead of being an adult, I handled the situation in a very five year oldish way. I just let out a loud frustrated yell. Then in a very Paris Hilton way, I stomped back inside. Blogger World, I would just like to be an example of why you should not wait until the last minute to do your homework. Kids are you paying attention? Bad things happen to procrastinators, like birds poop on them!

Sadly, I’m mostly preaching to myself, because right now I have mounds of homework that need to be completed before Thursday night.


TC said...


I'm laughing WITH you, not at you. I swear.


Renee said...

I know that I shouldn't be laughing this hard, cuz I'm sure that I'm about due to be pooped on again too...but that was funny.

I remember as a kid everytime I got pooped on folks saying that it was lucky and I kept wondering "if getting pooped on is supposed to be so lucky, why am I the only one getting pooped on?"

Scotty said...

A bird has poo'ed on my head before. I wasn't too happy about it.

Boo to the prof for just not letting you have a night off.

OK Chick said...

Thanks guy! Hopefully, I made your day with my story.

Scotty- I agree. It was a bummer that we had no break.