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I am such a dumass.

My syllabus said my last final was on the 20, but i missed a couple of the last classes so everyone but me knew it was moved to the nineteenth.

My dumass-ity deosn't end here.

I went home on the twentieth because I didn't have my laptop there and both my roomies were gone.  Pretty much everyone was gone.  So I just went home to email the professor.  And then I had to come back and take the make-up final this morning at nine.  Just me...and the professor...and some random lady...very very awkward.  But unsuprising at the same time, for I am very good at throwing myself in awkward situations like that.

There is also a large bruise over my eye.  Whenever I tell people I ran into a window sill, they look at me pityingly as if I am covering up for an abusive boyfriend or something.  It reminds of the time when I was fixing my hair in a Claire's ceiling mirror and some guy walked up to me and told me how pretty I was.  I'm pretty sure he thought I was going to kill myself.  I honestly don't know how I get myself into these situations