so today i decided i should start researching my paper for my urban planning class because i refuse to be the girl who goes to college and gets a c first quarter. after spending thirty minutes on the computer trying to navigate the labrinth that is the DePaul University online catalogue, i went upstairs to look for the books i needed, only to be met by the most extensive and confusing row of periodicals which apparently they don't organize on sundays or i just am library challenged. when i finally found what i needed and went to the copier finish my work, i had a lot of difficulty getting it to work and that was the metaphorical last straw. When at the circulation desk asking about the copiers i tried to keep my cool but was unsuccessful.
sir, the copier doesn't work
yes it does ma'am
well how do i get it to work because all it says is insert card but i did and it still won't copy so i don't think it does
did you leave the card in the machine?
what
you have to leave it in the machine
why
so it will copy
it was at this point that i began to cry. in the library. in front of the semi-attractive library attendant. actual tears. i mumbled something about an appointment i was late for and left quickly. i left my favorite pen, and my pride in the John T. Richardson library this morning and i still don't have the copy of the article on Cabrini-Green that i need. shoot
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Perhaps your pride has been turned into the lost and found. And you can retrieve it with a sassy comment to the library man.
if it makes you feel any better, I had a nice little "chat" with Mr. Woelber about my math grade and left his room in tears, only to be met by Mr. Burfiend in the hallway. awkward.
I can't wait till you come home!!
p.s. Mr. Bullinger has also seen me in tears. double awkward.
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