Suicidal Statistics

I just finished my Statistics test and do you know that feeling that you get when you know you’re prepared and you know exactly what to expect on a test. So you go to your class with confidence and the most amazing thing happens when the teacher hands you your paper…..

You get it, every problem makes sense and is exactly what you’ve been expecting. Formulas that you spent hours memorizing come to mind within seconds. Your eyes fill with tears of gratefulness and your heart fills with joy. For that glorious hour you are a genius, an intellectual giant, no problem can thwart your personal mission for an A. And when the bell rings you leap out of your chair and skip to the teacher and hand in your highest score yet.

Well have you ever experienced that feeling…..

Yup neither have I

………I think I deserve chocolate

Saturday Surprises

This weekend I did two unexpected, crazy, and completely out of character things:

First, I woke up early on a Saturday…. 8:00 people!!!!

Second, I went to the gym after I woke up!!!!

I know most of you are sitting staring at this screen in unbelief, but belief it cause I couldn’t make this stuff up.

Since I had never been to the gym so early on a Saturday….or ever on a Saturday for that matter, I didn’t know what to expect. Usually every day of the week there is a certain crowd at the gym for example,

Monday’s are for all the girls who ate too much junk on the weekend and are determined to work out all week......but typically barely make it past Monday.

Tuesday = the regulars

Wednesday’s are the girls from Monday who are mad at themselves for missing Tuesdays work out.

Thursday’s = the regulars

Friday’s are for the girls who know they are going to eat to much on the weeked so they decided to get a head start on burning all those carbs.

This weekend I discovered that Saturday’s are for the elderly.

No joke I walk in and everyone is over 70 and most have canes and walkers to help them get from machine to machine. One guy even had someone carrying him around.

But my favorite person there was this little old lady who could not fathom leaving her pet parrot home so she brought him to the gym in his cage. Now that is a dedicated pet owner.

David and Goliath

Last night my roomies and I went to eat at the lunchroom and boy were we starving. Some people complain about the food, but I usually can find something really good to eat and being poor and underfed makes you love just about any kind of food that is given to you. Well when we got in line we discovered that it was quesadilla night!!! On these special occasions students are allowed to pick their toppings and have a special quesadilla made up just for them. The line for the quesadillas was much longer then the regular line, but I thought it would be totally worth it. I got to the front of the line and ordered mine with all the toppings I loved and continued to the wall to wait patiently as they cooked it.

Then came the football players from practice. Now these brutes like to cut in line and have on occasion stolen others ordered quesadillas that they have been waiting for. This has always upset me, but no one has been stupid enough to actually take mine so it’s never been a personal problem.

Until tonight when it got personal.

I’m standing waiting for about 10 minutes when Marisa tells me that someone has stolen my order and I knew it would be one of those insufferable football players. So I followed her pointed finger and found my thief.

A 6’8” 300lbs massive giant of a man, but this did not in the least discourage me from clamming what was rightfully mine. This is how the confrontation went down.

Me: Excuse me, is that you’re Quesadilla

Brute: umm….

Me: Cause I’m pretty sure its mine

Brute: uhhhhh….

Me: (with hand outstretched) can I have it back. Thank you

Brute: ( looking like a little boy who has been caught with his hand in the cookie jar) sorry.

BOOYAAA!!!

The quesadilla was retrieved.

(And even though it sounds like I was polite there was a lot of animosity in-between the pleasantries lol)