Ecstasy and Fury

Ecstasy: a solitary night of sleep uninterrupted by traffic, the noisy trucks that go "BRRRRRRRRRRR [slows down for speed bump] BA-BUNK [wait for it...] BA-BUNK, BRRRRRRRRRRR," the noise of metal being cut at 7:00 am, the light pouring in my window, the noises of peole talking, and many other obtrusive and obnoxous noises. This little slice of heven was mine on our grupo trip to Puntarrenas. Well, actually the housecleaning guy woke me up at 9 trying to clean the room (why would you do that when our check out time is at 1? Why don't you clean them AFTER 1?), but it was still amazing.

My second favorite part was the buffet. 3 buffets/day, all you can eat, snack bars, free alcohol -- everything was included. Needless to say, we got our money's worth out of that food and alcohol, although I've decided that life has designated me the designated driver. Even the ridiculously sweet mixed drinks they were serving did not provide sufficient incentive for me to drink enough to get drunk.

The whole "beach" thing was a let-down. The water looked like dirt, and the sand ... I suppose you could euphemistically call it "black sand," but ... yeah, that's generous. The pool was nice, although why you go to the coast to swim in a pool is beyond me. Thankfully the sunset did a nice job obscuring those ... minor defects.

So, we got home at like 5 on Sunday. I still had 1/3 of my paper to write, so I got to work... okay, I goofed off a lot, but I worked on it a lot today. I busted rear-end to get this thing done. Except at like, 2 (class is at 5) I started feeling sick. I was cold and shivery and weak... and I still had 3 paragraphs to write. Alternating between curling up in a shivering ball and working got it done at about 4:15. Then I had to find somewhere to print my paper. Then I had to catch a taxi to San Pedro to get to class in time (if you're in a hurry, it's guaranteed 10 minutes till you find a taxi). Then I dragged my sorry self over to the building, up 4 flights of stairs, and more or less collapsed outside the door. I just sat there with my head in my hands, praying that someone I knew would show up so I could foist my paper off on them and leave. About 5 minutes later, a girl comes up to me and asks me why I'm waiting. I have class in this room, I kind of mumble back. Then she points to the sign: Gestion Ambiental is cancelled tonight because the professor is sick.

Fury: Knowing you worked so hard all day, even when you felt so horrible, and then making a huge special effort to get to class (it took over an hour to get there and back) only for nothing. NOTHING.

I know I should be happy because now I have time to improve my paper (it's pretty bad) and sleep more, but still. Blegh. I feel horrible. Linda no in good mood right now. Linda go sleep. Linda hopefully feel better before test on Wednesday morning.