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Week One, Semester Two

The first week of the semester is over. Now that I'm here looking back, I can't believe how smoothly the week went. There was a whole lot of dread coming into this week and now it's all done. This of course wouldn't have been possible without a whole lot of awesome people. Who will be mentioned in the respective recaps.

Quick recap- Monday was Martin Luther King Jr. day, but I had to work. It was only a five hour shift though and went alright. I spent all night feeling crazy though. Oh, the joys of my overactive overthinking brain during that wonderful time called PMS. I made the great decision to write down what I was feeling that day and just reread it. Quite funny.

Tuesday- first day of creative writing and criminal justice class. I felt so at home in my creative writing class. I can already tell this is going to be a great class and makes me more confident in my major choice and career choice. My heart just wants to sing and I feel incredibly inspired. I'm also very excited for my criminal justice class. My professor has done every thinkable job in law enforcement and in his words, "I was a cop in New York in the 60's. Boy do I have stories." I've already learned a lot and am especially upset with special interest groups.

Sammy was awesome and rented my books for me while I was working so I didn't have to spend my precious break time before work inside of my work. It was cute watching him get my things.

I also found this Tuesday. It made me laugh hysterically.

Wednesday- first psych class. I was a bit worried about this because all my friends who took psych were required to buy a clicker for class, and memorize EVERYTHING. I walk in and one of the first things my professor says is that he thinks clickers are ridiculous and that he wants to focus on teaching us how to use all our resources to learn the most. He said why memorize dumb facts when they're on the computer. I've always been interested in psych and am pumped for this.

This was the worst day of work. I was scheduled for nine hours and was dreading it horribly. I was upstairs and the line was the longest I've ever seen it. That exact moment is when the computer network decided to shut down, making payment by credit card impossible. When the system wasn't back up after a few minutes, things started getting crazy. We knew it was bad when the store owner got on and told all managers to report to the floor. I saw people I've never seen out of their office running around like chickens.

Last week when I was bored at work, I found a stack of manual credit card readers. I spent a good twenty minutes figuring out how they worked and such just for fun. One of the managers thought I was crazy, that they were so old and it was funny they were even there. I just laughed and felt cool.

So, when the managers were running around like chickens with their heads cut off saying we need the manual machines where are they, I proudly pulled out the stack of machines and got to work. I felt pretty awesome in that moment, not going to lie. But by the time the machines were working again, I was starting to lose it. That was also the moment that Bridget came in to say hi to me. Sorry about that. Right after she left there was one customer who had a third party paying for his books. I pushed a button wrong somewhere along the way, so he had to sign two receipts instead of two. He wanted to know why, and I tried explaining. But that explanation wasn't good enough for him, so he kept asking. To which I said, "I don't know, I don't know! Ask someone else." This was said very defensively. I was sent on break shortly after this incident.

The managers really do care about us though because they brought us chocolate mid way through the crisis. That definitely helped. So did Sammy. He's pretty awesome I must say.

Thursday- Repeat of Tuesday. I found out I'm a sophmore now though, which is really exciting! I also heard a very funny joke, and work was actually fun. And then I hung out with my awesome friend and watched Pitch Perfect. I may or may not have laughed so hard I accidentally farted. It was embarrassing.

Friday- Had my honors english class. It's a research paper class focused on studying how humor has effected American history. I am so stoked for this class. We had to tell a joke in class, and I told joke I heard Thursday. I shall post the joke here, and the answer later on. That way, you have a chance to think, and also keep reading this really long post.

Why couldn't the t rex clap?

I finally got to have my Einsteins bagels for lunch. They make the best smoothies. Some other things happened, that will get posts of their own. I found a literal knot in my neck though and named it Frank. Frank is going to die soon, he is not welcome. It was a good first week back, and I'm glad I made it. I knew I would, but little ole me loves to dread things. My state of mind Monday wasn't helping though. I'm glad to be back and learning though. Working and making friends. Doing the cute little things with my best friend.

Why couldn't the t rex clap?

Because he is dead.

Anti jokes are the best.

Comments

  1. Wow your week sounds busy! The whole crisis at work thing must have been stressful. Enjoy your Criminal Justice class-- I'm a CJ major and I LOVE it! :)

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