Monday, Monday

This could be one of the few times when I was glad to hear the alarm clock this morning, and know it was a new day. Yesterday was gone, and I didn't have to do it again. Amen for that. Phew!

Before I go peeing rainbows, I should say that I'm still not in a great mood. Finally talked to Mr. R. I still don't feel like he's understanding me at all. My cell phone is turned back on, but I can't use it. It's a lovely pink paperweight on my desk. I'm back to typing with a cordless phone crammed between my neck and shoulder, so I'm in some pain. Not a ton, but enough to make me grouchy.

But mostly, right now, I am mad at school. I know Amy from Herzing reads my blog, and I'm cool with this. I think she'd understand why I'm frustrated with them. Ordered my book Tuesday, class started Wednesday. I tried to order my book the Friday before, but I was locked out of the system, and no one returned my call until Tuesday. Well, here it is, the Monday after I ordered my book. 6 days. 6 days and no book. And I had my first assignment, due last night, which could not be completed without....MY BOOK. So guess what. I failed it. I got a measly 18% because instead of using the coding book, I had to google everything. It took me 3 hours and I got a stupid 18%. I emailed the professor twice telling her I had no book, and got no response.

I'm not scared of failure. In fact, failure can be a good thing because it teaches you how not to do things. I didn't learn to type 85 wpm right off the bat. I started typing 10wpm and made tons of typos. It took me a while to get good at the typing. But to fail at a test because someone else dropped the ball? That ticks me off in a huge way. And considering my mood lately, this is not pleasant. On top of all the other junk, failing an assignment that I'd normally do very well at, is infuriating.

I don't know how this can be resolved. I'd like a chance to get the book and do the assignment again. I wonder if they will let me.