Rich's Helpful Tip of the Day

Helping you navigate the tempestuous waters of life one hint at a time

When working on an email chain letter, put your favorite number down as 1, even though it isn't.

Yes!

My visa application was accepted! I shall be continuing my education at GWU! Hooray!

At Last!

Episode III didn't suck! Hooray!

Grades are good! Hooray!

Got an mp3 player! Finally! Hooray!

I sure hope they renew my visa. Pray for me! Cross your fingers! PleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePleasePlease.....

About Bad Luck

Let me try this again.

In my last post I allude to bad luck that's befallen me in the past week. Earlier yesterday, I had typed up an entry detailing this but Blogger was under maintenance and when I tried to post it I just lost everything I'd typed. But I do suppose it's a little unfair to mention my bad luck and not go any further into it, especially since my entries aren't very exciting to begin with. So here it is.

The time: 2200 hours. The date: 12 May 2005. It is the eve of the last final exam I have to take for the semester. I have only just begun to study for it. I am oh so tired and decide to sleep now and wake up very early to study. I set my alarm. I overshoot 0300 by one minute and since I am not so anal as to go round the clock sixty minutes, I leave my alarm set at 0301.

The time: 0301 hours. The date: 13 May 2005. My alarm goes off and fills the room with whatever dreadful stuff the local rock station plays at this ungodly hour. I turn it off and think, 'five more minutes.' I close my eyes. I open them again.

The date: 13 May 2005. The time. 0555 hours. The five extra minutes I decided to sleep some more for turns out to be an extra two hours and fifty-four minutes. Shit. I pretty much haven't studied yet, and my exam is at 1040. I am screwed. So I study faster than I've ever studied before. I shit twice(!) and get some more studying done. I stuff a banana and a box of Wheat Thins in my bag and at 0700 my sister and I are off. Thirty minutes later she drops me of at the metro station, as she does every morning, and leaces to go to work. I walk towards the turnstile, reach for my wallet for my farecard. I don't have my wallet on me. Shit. I call my sister but of course--as is typical of a situation like this--she didn't bring her phone. I start to panic. I may miss my exam, the one I'm about to fail anyway. I call all my friends who live in the area. Enrique. No answer. Shai. No answer. Mamoudou. He answers, and just like Superman in 30 minutes he is here and hands me twenty dollars. He is my my savior, and I will be sure to take him to lunch before I leave.

So that's my horror story of yesterday, I guess. It turns out I didn't do so badly on the final, at least I don't think so. I just did what made sense to me, and it turns out that what I did on the test the other kids did too, and they knew what they were doing. So I guess it all turned out okay. Phew.

School's Out

Yes, school is out. Finals week is over, and it wasn't that bad, despite all the bad luck I've had this week in things not directly pertinent to school. I'm not sure to pass all my classes, but for some reason that doesn't worry me too much. Maybe tomorrow it will sink in.

I am going home! Yes, I will spend my summer break in comfortable old Manila and right now I just cannot wait! But I will really miss my niece Sophie :'(

I guess that's it for now....Rich....out...

Super....cheesy....ending

Mondays...

Ah...What a shitty day. Flat tire, etc. Ayayayayay.