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Re: Blog Thread IIIb : Look Who's Blogging Now
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I really hate waiting for grades. It's been a week and a project I turned in still doesn't have a grade. I know this is a huge online class that I'm waiting on, but the instructors have also been a little behind grading minor stuff and we still have a paper that is due during finals week. The university doesn't give much time for grading finals and I need this effing class to graduate and I don't want to wake up the day of graduation with a, "Surprise! You can't actually graduate!" UGH. I don't know what's worse - the stress of dealing with school or the stress of waiting for grades to come out. I am so freaking tired of school.
Barmymoo:
A bigger bed would be so appreciated. My bed isn't even a full-sized single, so we don't even try to sleep in it. The Boy's bed is a full single, but the bed base is narrower than the mattress (and UK single beds are smaller than US single beds anyway) and I sleep on the open side, so I sometimes find myself rolling off the bed base and only just not falling off the mattress. It's really sweet though, because the Boy sleep-rescues me without any memory of doing so the next morning.
BeoPuppy:
That may be the cutest thing I ever read. You should probably have written it in pink.
Redball:
Ah, the very small bed! May may heard this story on her visit here, but a search on the forum suggests I never wrote about it:
In the Peace Corps in India, my first wife and I were assigned to a municipal tenement in Bombay, about 300 square feet with a kitchen, livingroom/bedroom, closet size toilet and closet size washroom. So it seemed like a good idea at the moment to have a trundle bed built for us. She slept on the upper, I on the lower. Our marriage of three years or so didn't have nearly enough sex, and the bed further discouraged intimacy. I had some correspondence with the first wife last summer, friendly but reserved. She reminded me about the bedbug infestation that struck a few weeks after our arrival. She said she told me one night she was being attacked by the bugs and could she move down onto my bed. I told her, she recalled, that I didn't think there was room. She told me she realized the marriage was over at that point, that I would never make room for her. She evidently kept her thoughts to herself; I didn't realize the marriage was over for at least another year and a half.
Carl-E:
Yeah, definitely The Wrong Answer.
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