I understand it’s nice out, but seriously.

Oh, and my project isn’t done.
I got to the photo lab at 12:30 to print and mount my photos, and it turns out that the advice my professor gave me to buy foam core was really bad advice. The monitor told us how to cut it, but by the time my photos printed out, it was 20 minutes until class. In that 20 minutes, I would’ve had to cut my foam core and mount my photos.
Our professor told us to use foam core to mount, but she only showed us how to mount on mat board. The monitor said foam core was a bad medium to mount on, and that cutting it was extremely time consuming.
The photo printer wasn’t working, so I had to use the graphics printer, which printed my photos dark, despite lightening them.
I lost my first photos due to SD Card corruption, and she wouldn’t let me take replacements during our lab time on Tuesday, so I sat there and did nothing for two hours. I took my replacements Wednesday, and I could’ve mounted them after my 4:00 class, but the fucking bookstore closed at 5:00, so I couldn’t buy mat board. 
My photos aren’t mounted, and they’re due right now. 
 

Because Mother Nature decided to be a bitch and melt a lot of snow, we can’t go sledding for our second Rush Week event.


Guess what all of the posters say we are doing for our second Rush Week event?


Guess who spent four hours of her life making, re-making and editing the posters, and spent $4.50 to print them out?

Now all of the posters have sledding as the activity, when that is not, in fact, what we’re doing. I completely understand why we had to do it, don’t get me wrong. I would have done the exact same thing. But now the posters are going to be wrong, and that bothers me. I know I’m overreacting, but after the shit week I had, this just doesn’t help at all.

I’m still super pumped for Rush Week, and I know it’ll be a blast. 

Today was a long day.
And it was assorted fruit pie day.
If this is an indicator about how my week is going to go, I quit. 

1. The computer you are sitting at has a keyboard and a rather nice tablet attached to it. If you spilt coffee on either of those things, there would be more than one person absolutely pissed off at you.

2. When the professor tells you that food and drink is not allowed in the lab, don’t give her a look that says “whatever bitch, I do what I want”. It’s immature, and you should know that you’re breaking a rule of the art department. There is even a giant fucking sign on the door that says “no food or drink allowed in lab under any circumstances”.

Seriously.