I'm Nineteen... 10/2/2001
Ironically, my birthday wasn't going so badly until my parents called. Ususlly my mother is the one to make me smile. I woke up this morning really depressed because of what's been going on. On my chair was three balloons with different things scribbled on them. Along with the balloons was a card from Linda. So I felt a little better.
Erin left a "Happy B'day Elissa" message on my message board which was really nice of her.
I failed another chemistry quiz so I just e-mailed my TA about having review sessions or something. It's not that I don't understand the material: its that I don't understand the way my TA and my professor present it. I spent the entire day studying in Bird Library. I was coming back to the dorms aroound five and I saw Erin in her room. Erin also gave me an awesome card with a balloon. Helen gave me a single pink rose and a beautiful card. I almost cried. they have no idea how much it meant to me. The people on my floor are supposed to have a staff that makes posters for people's birthdays. I think they forgot my birthday, or just were too lazy to do it, because I didn't get one. Oh well, things could be worse I guess.
My computer still isn't working so I have to call computer services tomorrow. My mother had called earlier and I called her back. I asked if my dad was home because I would really rather have my dad fix it than the computer people. they get so nasty...Anyway, my mom asked me about my classes and I told her honestly what was going on. I'm really struggling in math and my professor is a dick. I went to the math clinic we have here (aka free math help) and the first guy I talked to was actually really nice, but he didn't speak English well. He helped me with about 3 out of the six problems.
I went back to the clinic again tonight, but there was so many people there, the guy had about ten minutes to help me. When he finally got to me, he tells me he's really not qualified to help with calculus. On the information sheet about the math clinic, which I showed him, it has his name and Calculus 285 listed under his name as one of the courses he was qualified to help with. He told me to go to the other math clinic. However, the other math clinic only helps with engineering calculus, which is 295, and I'm in 285. It clearly says on the sheet that only people in Calculus 295 and 296 can go to the calculus lab. Needless to say, I wasted an hour of my time.
I had to go all the way downstairs to the computer cluster to e-mail my chemistry TA for help and to e-mail a professor about setting up tutoring sessions. The tutoring sessions are incredibly expensive, but at this point, I have no choice. I basically told me mother everything I've written and she yelled at me. On my birthday. She said it was my fault I took such hard courses this semester. I didn't really have a choice...all the prereqisites for a biology major are hard. I'm not quite sure what she wanted me to do. So now I'm crying and she says, "You know what? I have to go, I don't need this." Before she could hang up on me, I hung up on her. I was so angry and upset at the same time. How could she be so mean when I needed her? If I'm crying, don't hang up on me. And the bitch of it is, she called me.
Yeah...so other than my mom's phone call, it was a better than expected birthday. I have to go and call the damn computer people now to find out what the hell is wrong with my computer.
Later
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