Whoooosahhhh....
Ohk, that feels better. Since I know I missed a few days let me break it down for all of 'yall. Thats right. 'yall. Don't forget - I'm like 65% redneck.
Thursday
Thursday. The day where my freedom stopped. I woke up at the hour of 6am, having falling asleep about 4 hours before that. Since it was the first day of college I was a bit excited and not all that tired. I jumped up and started to get ready, getting my backpack together and making sure for the hundreth time I have the right classes all set up and whatnot. Then I started the car, came in and watched the weather, grabbed my hat, and was off. The drive down to Hayward that early wasn't too bad, I got to school around 7am, and class started around 7:35, so I had some time to walk around. I headed off to the library, only finding out it was closed, as long with everything before 7:30. Then I walked back to the class, which had opened up and took a seat. This was my Psychology 1001 class, so it was a huge lecture hall. (Don't worry about my schedule, I will post it later on in the entry). I sat there and was lectured about the basics and history of Psyc. for a while before the professor excused class a bit earlier, because of it being the first day. She made the class sound harder than I think it will be, probably so the students wont think its a joke.
Since I was let out early I had an entire HOUR to kill. You will find out every passing period I had and hour or more to kill. So I walked around, the campus now a bit more alive figuring it was 9ish. So I headed to the bookstore, and didn't feel like checking in my bag, so skipped it an headed to the communist library? Why communist? Becuase none of the computers in there will let you have any access to the internet unsupervised. I mean we are freaking college students. I asked the receptionist if we could bring in our own laptops and connect, and she said no. Damn hippy. Now I can't even get online during my longer breaks. Oh well.
I killed an hour and headed off to my next class, which was GS (General Studies). This class is supposed to help you with your "cluster" program you are enrolled in, mine being Individual and Society. When I looked at the schedule book, there was no class room listed for the time I was taking it, just like the 3 classes above it. So I thought the class room number that comes before it must apply to all under with no number. WA UM02. I headed off and waited to get in, and sat down. Something didn't feel right when the instructor started to speak in spanish. That should have tipped me off. Then when I got to reading the syllabus I found out this was a Spanish 1 class. *blink* I guess this was the wrong room. I laughed it off and told the professor, then rushed to a computer, checking my schedule hoping IT would have the right room number. Thankfully it did and I headed off. When I got there I met Tim, a guy who made the same exact mistake as I did, so we didn't feel /all/ that stupid. GS class was pretty cool. Really nice instructor and it should be a simple easy credit of a class. Once again we were let out an hour early.
So now wandering around the campus waiting for my next class to start I bought a hotdog, and did my normal, mustard and pile on relish. Then I walked around and found the Student Union, sort of like a food hub sort of place. In one section they had a few arcade games, one of them being X-Men Vs. Street Fighter (omg yes). So I put in 50 cents, and beat the game, getting first place. The game was turned off every night, so I only had to beat one piddly score :/. Then I checked my watch and realized I had nothing to do for another 20 minutes. So I beat it once more before going to my next class.
English, or Expository Writing 1001 was pretty packed. I found out I am not officialy enrolled in that class, but I will be sitting in there every meeting until I am added, or the Add/Drop period ends, then I'm screwed. This class is going to be very, fucking, boring. I mean... I sat there and listened as she explained what was going to be going on. It seems like a grammar class. Nothing more. Just grammar, twice a week, two hours a meeting. Damn. This is going to suck. On a plus side though, she doesn't care much about testing, so the midterm and final wont be insane, just like any other normal test. There will be a few essays, but latley I could care less, I am good at essays and writing. For wierd reasons. This class also ended; an hour early.
Once again I wandered around, this time in the Library. I browsed a lot of thier books. Or... more like walked around and stared at the million books. Damn, so many books, so boring looking. So many volumes of information, most of which I could care less about. I found my Library class and it was moved upstairs, so I waited around there until the class was open. It was a small room, but we managed to get about 30 or so students into it with no problem. This class will be boring as hell. All we do is learn how to research stuff. Need an example? My first assignment is to check out a book from the library, and write a paper on how I checked it out. *blinks* Thats just stupid. This class was only 50 minutes long, so I stayed the entire time. I am not officialy in this class either, but will be adding it Monday, beacuse there is an opening.
Schools out. Gawd damn yes. I was there from 7 to 3. Thats crazy. Good thing though, I only have this many classes on thursday. Now. Lets get to the fun part of the day.
Thursday Evening
You all know how I got a job at Black Angus? Well Thursday at 6 is when I started. Grah, crazyshit. I got all dressed up and whatnot, which apparently makes me look older. Rock on. A 17 year old who can pass for 19-21. I kick ass. I parked my car and walked in, Jason was already at the front desk, was training me. I didn't do a whole lot for a while besides follow him as he tried to teach me tables. It seemed pretty obvious what to do, one host gives you the table number, I take them and seat them. After a few hours I was off on my own, able to take people to thier tables without a hitch. The only problem I ran into was with the phones. I really didnt' know what to do after I said the whole "Thank you for calling Black Angus, Fremont. This is Gordon, how may I help you?" line. So I had a lot of holding and giving it to the other hosts, or just handing it to the manager who was up there from time to time. I started work at 6, and it got a bit wierd busy around 7pm, leaving me up there with nothing to do but take table names and crap, which sucked. Around 9:50 or so we started to close up, cleaning up the bathroom, locking things up, clocking out, etc. Closing is pretty simple, but on Fridays it is a busy shift to take because you come in about an hour from rush. I got my employee meal, and talked to Jason and whatnot for a while, my legs and feet hurting from working the 4:12 minutes or whatever it was.
Thursday Night
Fucking.
Sleep.
Friday
Woo. I got to wake up around 9, my only class being at 10:40. Earlier around Wednesday my girl and I made up some crazy idea to see eachother. Yes, thats how sad we are some times, we must have grand master schemes to see eachother. Anyways, she pretended she had a doctor's appointment and wrote her way out of school. I picked her up around 10ish, and we drove to CSUH to sit in my math class. The math class was a nice addition to my schedule, figuring it wasn't all frosh. The professor explained this math class was basically "Appreciation of Math," not so much formulas and numbers. This kicked ass because it meant two things. 1. Easy class. 2. Fufills math GE requirement. Navleen was bored as hell, and bit uncomfortable because it wasn't a lecture hall like she thought. Anyways, I didn't do anything but doodle on my paper as he explianed series of numbers, which was simple. Class got out, and I need to buy a book sometime... probably Monday after math class again.
We headed back to my house to hang out for a bit, and she called her house to make sure nobody was home and we were still safe. Her dad picked up. Now... this is where you hit that giant red panic button and freak out. After about an hour of calling, nobody picked up, meaning he left and he was just home for lunch or something. After a /very/ interesting phone call to my mom, my dad came home. Shit. He wouldn't respond very niceley to her being over here with nobody else home. So I quickly told her to wait in the backyard as I got changed for work, which started in an hour anyways. With a bit of spy tatctics we got over my backfence and I told her to keep walking through backyards and I will meet her on the corner of the street. (Trust me this isn't a first). Anyways, I got out of the house without a hitch. I picked her up and dropped her back off at home. Gawd I love this girl ^..^; Mainly because we are both insane. And smart.
Friday: Work
I got to work at 3:15, and met up with Jason, as he took me through what I have to do to open up. I set up the board and whatnot, which wasn't /too/ confusing. Answered a phone call and actually didn't mess it up to my suprise. Then the crazy began. Carried showed up, which was nice because by the end of the peak we had 5 people as hosts, including the manager taking and seating people. Now I see what everyone was talking about Fridays, cause that was freakin' crazy go nuts. I don't even remember how many people I sat, or where I was going or what, but all I know is it was fucking insane. At the end of my shift I just clocked out, grabbed a coke, and went home. I got home around 9:20 and was asleep by 9:25. I didn't even bother changing, just flopped face first on my bed, still in shoes and uniform and fell asleep. That was crazy.
Saturday
What's going on today? Well... bloggin what happened the past few days. Oh yeah, let me say this before she kills me.
Navleen beat me at Soul Calibur II a few weeks back, I beat her once, and then she beat me again.
Happy? :P
