Pretty good day at work, I guess. Nothing major. Apparently Ricardo is staying and coming more often, so I have another 'grown-up' to play with in the classroom. Aweshum.
Train ride to campus, I guess I smiled at this guy who was on the payphone... and he proceeded to come over, say hi to me, ask me if I was going on the train (which is when I realized he was at least partially mentally handicapped whcih makes the situation niether better nor worse, but sort of explained the interaction), and sort of stood near me even though I tried to gently hint I didn't want to talk. It was very awkward, and a little bit scary.
Class, we were supposed to quickly talk about the rubric we had designed, and then go on a 2nd nature walk. We spent AN HOUR AND A HALF going over a rubric that NO ONE IS ACTUALLY GOING TO USE TO WRITE THEIR PAPER (PS, I already handed my paper in, so it was EXTRA useless to me) - so we didn't go on the walk. And me, Ms. 'happy-go-lucky-don't-make-a-big-deal-go-with-the-flow' announced to the ENTIRE class "This was a complete waste of time. Pointless". I felt like I stepped out of my body, and will now go email my 'professor', but honestly, LAME. We actually had to debate 'should we say 'thoughtfullness' or 'mindfullness' on the rubric'. WHAT IS THAT? I'm mindful of the fact that you were a total douchebag tonight...does that count?
Then Val, Laura and I went to PB and Co so I could get dinner and Laura could get water, and I must have told the girl at the counter I was going to be using my CampusCash (NYU money) AT LEAST 8 times... she puts the order through, totals it, and takes my card, and then goes, 'our campus cash machine is broken'. What? ANOTHER person to stab in the jugular?
Well then I was walking down the street and I was stopped by one of my R4L volunteers, Dominic, and I think we talked on the street for, more than 20 minutes. And I think he was hitting on me. And apparently his brother was killed (but I really thought he was the volunteer who told me his mom had died....), and apparently I have soft hands... oy.
Then I got home, wolfed down food, and found out that Rocky has passed away. I never saw that day coming. This is sort of like when Ace died (of course, not as bad , FOR ME, because Ace was my baby and Rocky was Nicole's dog) - I knew he wouldn't REALLY live forever, but I somehow saw him lasting at least another 5 years, blindness and toothlessness and diabetes and bad attitude and all. And to make it worse, apparently they had been planning to put him to sleep today, which Nicole didn't know, but he started to get really bad so Mr. V was racing home to be there in time but missed it by like, 10-15 minutes, and my G0D that makes my heart hurt.
And now, to pretend I wanna do my work. Or order my semi-formal ticket. Any one wanna be a last minute date?
