Despite the fact that I missed three or four (out of ten) on my physiology quiz this morning, I feel slightly better about school. This may be because Rachel and I worked on our dog today and I know quite a few of the muscles! But it still sucks.
Today I am wearing a burgany t-shirt (which at one point after I was in the anatomy lab was on backwards! I ate lunch that way!), black ballet flats and a skirt that I made myself! Its tanish with burgany old English pastorial scenes and had red rick rack around the bottom. Its cute! But as I walked to school today I wondered why my ID was on my left hip since I always wear it on the right...my skirt had twisted and so badly that the zipper from the back was in the front. Ag.
I don't really know what else to say. I forced Joe into joining and he said that I was a good writer. Didn't he know that? I mean I hate to toot my own horn or anything but I thought that was a given...We're going to fight over being good writers now.
Additionaly, yesterday Dallas Wilson talked to me. It wasn't a conversation by any means nor was it regarding something remotely personal such as 'How is your day going?' but instead about the dog leg I pulled from the bucket of formalin. It was the first time he has talked to me this year despite both being from De Soto, working at the dairy and being in some undergrad classes (and group projects!) together.
[Originally, published to Blogger on 8/31/11]
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