Due to the snow last week, I had a class that was cancelled. The week before, the teacher wanted us to go to the MOTA Legislative Reception, so we missed class (no one went, but what do you expect if its going to be all the way in Annapolis). Since we missed two weeks in a row, we suddenly got an email saying that we’re expected to make up a lot of the work on our own time. This meant going to school and examining two cabinets full of occupational therapy assessments. Since the person in charge of checking out these assessments is only there certain hours of the day, I had to be there at 8am. Fine. I get there, write up all the assessments in cabinets 3 and 4, and come home. I find out I was supposed to do cabinets 4 and 5. It’s now 9:30am, and I see this is going to be a great day.
As part of my graduate project, I have to interview teens for a special project, and they live two hours away, in Pennsylvania. Today, my group and I were going to drive there and conduct the interviews and get our research under way. Just as I was getting ready to leave, I was finishing my deli sandwhich, and it slipped out of my hands and subsequently painted my nice pair of pants with mustard. Great.
Next, I’m on the way to Target (our meeting point; it made sense for only one car to drive the four of us two hours away), when I get a phone call from my group member. The teacher had called her and had found out that none of the teens we were going to interview were going to be there so we shouldn’t bother coming.
The fact that we weren’t going to Pennsylvania meant that I was going to have to go to class tonight, which is something I was hoping I’d miss.
Tuesday, please be kind. Thanks.