Finals

I don't understand how people can tell you not to stress about finals when it is the biggest test in the semester. I understand that unless you like really bomb it you won't fail. But lets say you have an A- in a class. You take a crappy final and all of the sudden its a B now. That is money right out of the door. Scholarships look at that. they saw well he doesn't have an A or something and they move on. With college being already being way over priced, how can I, having to pay for every single penny of my college career afford to lose that scholarship? This doesn't make sense to me. I understand the concept of just relaxing and taking it easy. but lets be serious there is a lot on the line, so when people want to tell me to relax and stop stressing I want to tell them well pay for my college and I will. but I don't because that would be mean.

Drunk people

So back to the story of this Big guy who is 300 pounds. I wrote about him in previous posts. Last friday was the football party and since i was the designated driver (because i don't drink) I drove him there. well at the party we will just say that he had way to many way to fast. because we were only there for an hour and I took him home. Before we got out to my car he had to try and climb in. That was a feat in itself. All in all he fell, I laughed. Later on that night I dropped him of at his dorm and i went to my dorm which is to doors down. Anyways he went out to Joe's about 5 min later and I didn't hear anything from him till about 2 in the morning when Joe's closes. I waited up for him to make sure he made it home ok. Well I heard him yell at someone on the way up the stairs and then a loud smash. He then walked down the hall and I thought he dropped something but upon closer investigation I saw it to be blood. He then walked past me to the bathroom. I thought he had just cut his had and would wash it off. But I looked at the hall and I knew that there is no way that much blood could have come from a small cut. So I rushed to the bathroom and saw the gash in his hand. I told him to put pressure on it because the bleeding wasn't slowing down. I then came out and told one of my friends to go get the car because he needed to go to the hospital. After all that I then mopped the floor because I knew he would be in enough trouble with window that he had just smashed and he would be in more trouble if there was blood everywhere. Anyway it turned out he needed seven stitches in two different places on his hand because apparently he forgot that glass with chicken wire is most likely not the best thing to punch.