Generic Day

Shall we start with a lifeless little generic beginning? 

Today, I went to school. Well, college, to be exact. When I was in my early high school years and my late primaries, I used to think how cool it would be to actually say "I'm going to college today" instead of the boring, usual "I have school tomorrow.". I guess as kids, you never really fathom much about life as a young adult. 

College, as it seems, is not as 'special' as I'd have thought if I still had my 12-year-old mind. It has improved significantly of late, and for some reason I don't regret switching my courses. Sometimes, yes, I do feel a small tinge of regret, wishing I was still among the close-knit group of only 20 students. I'd miss them terribly, well, most of them, when I visited them yesterday. Chang's expression was the most epic I've ever seen in my entire life; that was the best welcome home present! :D 

Anyways, to continue my little daily life-story. 

At college, I began the morning with two tests in a row. Math wasn't too bad, I did all the reviewing last night, as was pretty proud of myself. At least, till I see the results. Everytime I think I did good, it always comes out vice versa, so this time I'm sure it's gonna be pretty much littered with a lot of careless mistakes. 

CnC test wasn't toooo bad... but it still sucked. Part A and B and C were decent(34/35), but the rest are to be marked by Ms Shelley, and since I crapped pretty much most of the central approaches of the schools of thought, I'm not looking forward to seeing how I did for that part. Ha..haha..ha. 

Also, a most interesting thing happened in class today(Yay for generic content!). Test periods are supposed to be silent, right?

Wrong. 

I was fine doing my advanced functions, but I was compressing all my coughs(which suddenly decided to multiply itself by hundreds) while I concentrated on CnC. It worked a little, or for awhile, before things got serious and compressing them created a huge sort of explosion(implosion?) inside my body. Ms Shelley got me to sip water continuously, to no effect, and I had to rush to the bathroom, choking like a chihuahua. Okay, so that's an exceptionally ridiculous simile, chihuahuas don't choke, but I was seriously choking. Like. A. Sick. Boss. It was awful. 

My classmates were everywhere after that, asking whether I was okay. It's surprising how a cough can generally affect your overall well-being. Now I'm sounding like a doctor. Except I don't care for doctors..well, most of the time, anyway. I try my best to keep a good distance. 

The cough has more or less slowed its pace, thanks to some disgusting medicine I found in the fridge. I finished up the Dry Cough mixture-- it didn't taste bad! At least, it was a bearable cherry flavor and didn't leave an awful aftertaste in my mouth. However, I finished the last drop last night(sobs), and since phlegm has been starting to plague my chest anyway, I started on the other cough mixture, supposedly for, um, chesty cough? Or cough that gets your throat all mucked up with green slime. That's my definition, in human terms. 

I came home, watched a Whitney Houston tribute on tv, and started singing I Will Always Love You to Kia, my cat. The result had Kia jumping out of the kitchen window and out onto the road for some(according to my mom) peace. I beg to differ. Kia loves my singing. Heck, she replied me when I sang to her an encore of The Greatest Love Of All. She loved it, I could tell. Ahem. 

And so, that summed up my wonderful day of February 16. Was it generic enough to bore you? If you're at the end of this sentence, congratulations. You've survived an ordeal of words. 

Give yourself a pat on the back.