Knight of Mars (sailornash) wrote,
Knight of Mars

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I Bet it All on a Good Run of Bad Luck...

Yeah, that's how I pretty much feel right now. Sometimes when the cards are laid down on the table, you simply come up short.

Earlier this semester, I made sure I took ECE 480 tis time aroung because Jeremy was as well. We worked together well last time, and wanted to team up together. Of course, this means that I was forced to take Cal III at 8:00am - the only other section was during the timeslot that 480 was in.

So, I took a gamble. I changed my schedule around so that Jeremy and I could tag-team together and kick the ass of all the projects that came down the line. Didn't think much of it at the time, cause both math classes were the same, except for the misery of waking up so damn early every day.

Long story short, the Cal III section that I ended up in was Davis's. Kinda like playing russian roulette - no way to tell any of the different classes apart, but there was a one in four chance that I'd get the wrong one. Meanwhile, me and Jeremy did get grouped together for 480. It was too late to redo all of my classes again for a second time, especially since if I left Jeremy would be on a team by himself (instead of the normal four-person teams, Jeremy and I were on a two man one).

Today, I got an email from Jeremy. Sounds like he reinjured his back, and will need surgery. As he and I have similar problems with our respective spinal columns, I can surely sympathise with the pain he must be in. Bad thing is that he's having to take a medical withdrawl from all of his classes this semester. That leaves me in ECE 480 without a partner, and leaves me stranded in Davis's hellhole of a Calculus class as well. I hope Jeremy gets better soon, but right now I'm having to deal with my own suffering - only these sufferings are academic in addition to physical.

Also, my Mom's in surgery right now. I hope they're able to fix up all the things that's been hurting her. She's been having pains since before the Iron Bowl, so it'd be great if they can fix everything up. Hope you're doing okay Momma; I'll be thinking about you, and I'll call later on tonight (even though you'll prolly be too doped up to talk) and again this weekend. Get Better, dammit! We miss you...
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