Saturday, October 11, 2003
this happened to me, thought it was funny.
so im takin this awexome .... oh my god i hear the ice cream man going by right now.... sounds so good, havent heard that in years...... class- bi227 modern microscopy lab ,taught by Scott Fraser. We had training on friday to use the confocal microscope. I signed up for the 2-3pm timeslot so i could spend a maximum amount of time with the lady (read as: geetha) on friday/night. i also was over at the lady's (read as:geetha's) place that night before (read as:thursnight) and i ended up going to sleep late, very late. another thing i do is wake up to loud music on my computer using a program called "iAlarm." it isnt the best program (its not produced by apple despite the "i" format) but it works. one problem with it is htat if you wanna wake up in hte pm you gotta go to a pulldown menu and select pm as it is automatically set on am. wait let me rephrase that: the problem is me, beacuse im forgetful of these details. so i set my alarm for maximum sleepage: 1:40, allowing for dressing, possible brushing of the teeth, and five minutes to ride the bike ot campus. so im sleeping very well and such and my mom calls me at 1:38 pm. actually i got off the phone with her at 1:38 pm and i thought to myself: man i should probably jsut stay awake but i was really tired so i decided to let the alarm wake me up and i returned to my slumber. then i woke up at 2:05 pm. now how did htis happen? ampm fucked as i like to call it as of five seconds ago. damn, jump outta bed put on some clothes at random grab my bike, oh yeah i also put shoes on, and took off for the institute. lock my bike in front of keck where the damn class is supposed to be and head for room 17 in the basement like they told us in class and in the e-mail they sent out. allright odd rooms on the left side. lets take a looksie. ok room 5, 7, 9, 11, keep going were doign good, not gonna be too late, 13,15,19,21, what the fuck. 21,19,bathroom, janitors closet, 15,13. hmmm, 13, 15, janitors closet, bathroom, 19, 21, 23, and so on till the end of the hall. oh theres a sub basement, maybe its down there. so i go down into what has to be the deepest sub-basement, like four flights of stairs, then i find the door: SB, hydraulics lab. hand on doornoob wiggle wiggle, nothing, sumbich is locked. go upstairs and find my good friend manisha as bewildered as I. she tells me she sent back to her room and the schedule we got said room 21 (rooms above ground are three digits, the first denotes the floor it is on. basement rooms ahve no hundreds unit, and SB rooms have a 0). room 21 is a bust. we decide to go ask a secretary upstairs. first one has no idea but tells us to ask a secretary down the hall. we ask her she says: sub basement, rm 21 (021). manisha then realizes that the schedule indeed said 021. i cant blame her for the mistake tho, i woulda done the same thing. so we begin to head down the hall in one direction to find the SB. and sec. tells us to go the other way. jsut my luck i tried the SB in the wrong direction. had i gone down the stairs at the other end of the hall i woulda been in class. but manisha would not have been so lucky. so i guess its a good thing i was noob. turns out we only missed a couple minutes of instruction on the scope. we got there at like 2:30. TA didnt care too much. with about two minutes left in the lesson i look down at my shirt and think to myself: this shirt feels kinda funny, i dont think i put on a plain gray shirt, i dont even own one, fuck my shirt is on backwards. i look up everyone is paying attention to the TA and i pull the ol "turtle-arms-switcheroo." all is good. thats the punchline folks, my shirt was on backwards. no breaking the microscope, or saying somehting innapropriate that offends my professor (done that one twice before), nope just my shirt on backwards.
so im takin this awexome .... oh my god i hear the ice cream man going by right now.... sounds so good, havent heard that in years...... class- bi227 modern microscopy lab ,taught by Scott Fraser. We had training on friday to use the confocal microscope. I signed up for the 2-3pm timeslot so i could spend a maximum amount of time with the lady (read as: geetha) on friday/night. i also was over at the lady's (read as:geetha's) place that night before (read as:thursnight) and i ended up going to sleep late, very late. another thing i do is wake up to loud music on my computer using a program called "iAlarm." it isnt the best program (its not produced by apple despite the "i" format) but it works. one problem with it is htat if you wanna wake up in hte pm you gotta go to a pulldown menu and select pm as it is automatically set on am. wait let me rephrase that: the problem is me, beacuse im forgetful of these details. so i set my alarm for maximum sleepage: 1:40, allowing for dressing, possible brushing of the teeth, and five minutes to ride the bike ot campus. so im sleeping very well and such and my mom calls me at 1:38 pm. actually i got off the phone with her at 1:38 pm and i thought to myself: man i should probably jsut stay awake but i was really tired so i decided to let the alarm wake me up and i returned to my slumber. then i woke up at 2:05 pm. now how did htis happen? ampm fucked as i like to call it as of five seconds ago. damn, jump outta bed put on some clothes at random grab my bike, oh yeah i also put shoes on, and took off for the institute. lock my bike in front of keck where the damn class is supposed to be and head for room 17 in the basement like they told us in class and in the e-mail they sent out. allright odd rooms on the left side. lets take a looksie. ok room 5, 7, 9, 11, keep going were doign good, not gonna be too late, 13,15,19,21, what the fuck. 21,19,bathroom, janitors closet, 15,13. hmmm, 13, 15, janitors closet, bathroom, 19, 21, 23, and so on till the end of the hall. oh theres a sub basement, maybe its down there. so i go down into what has to be the deepest sub-basement, like four flights of stairs, then i find the door: SB, hydraulics lab. hand on doornoob wiggle wiggle, nothing, sumbich is locked. go upstairs and find my good friend manisha as bewildered as I. she tells me she sent back to her room and the schedule we got said room 21 (rooms above ground are three digits, the first denotes the floor it is on. basement rooms ahve no hundreds unit, and SB rooms have a 0). room 21 is a bust. we decide to go ask a secretary upstairs. first one has no idea but tells us to ask a secretary down the hall. we ask her she says: sub basement, rm 21 (021). manisha then realizes that the schedule indeed said 021. i cant blame her for the mistake tho, i woulda done the same thing. so we begin to head down the hall in one direction to find the SB. and sec. tells us to go the other way. jsut my luck i tried the SB in the wrong direction. had i gone down the stairs at the other end of the hall i woulda been in class. but manisha would not have been so lucky. so i guess its a good thing i was noob. turns out we only missed a couple minutes of instruction on the scope. we got there at like 2:30. TA didnt care too much. with about two minutes left in the lesson i look down at my shirt and think to myself: this shirt feels kinda funny, i dont think i put on a plain gray shirt, i dont even own one, fuck my shirt is on backwards. i look up everyone is paying attention to the TA and i pull the ol "turtle-arms-switcheroo." all is good. thats the punchline folks, my shirt was on backwards. no breaking the microscope, or saying somehting innapropriate that offends my professor (done that one twice before), nope just my shirt on backwards.
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