January 26, 2009
I had my first panic attack of the semester today. After spending my weekend blissfully ignoring reality, the new week hit me like a pile of bricks. I have two exams this week, the kickoff meeting for my FWIB Finance Committee, and the usual 5-day work week. Also, a messy room on top of that with a quickly depleting bank account. So naturally this all hits me while I am sitting in class today thinking about anything besides the Statistics I am supposed to be paying attention to. I thought I would be alright though, as I got out of class at 3 and assumed I had the rest of the day to begin the assignment I needed to do before my exam Wednesday night. However fate held something different for me. I don't know why I didn't expect it, as my past experiences have shown that technology truly hates me (Virtumonde right before final exams last semester? Yeah, that was me.) But of course I did not see this coming and the computer program I needed to run to do my Stats homework will not run with my Excel program.
I guess I should mention that this assignment is being tested on in my exam. Great. Really, that's just perfect because I didn't want to get an A in this class anyway. And sure maybe I could of tested my software before two days prior to the first exam, but I've only been in classes for three weeks now. What would you have done? So anyways after two hours of computer help hotlines, pathetic phone calls to my Dad and to the Geek Squad, I inevitably crumble up into a ball on my bed (even more pathetic because it is covered in laundry that needs to be hung up) and let the gloom of computer illiteracy rush over me. Not to worry though, this story has a happy ending. After feeling sufficiently sorry for myself, I get up and talk to Heather and she luckily volunteers the services of her computer savvy beau, who has promised me tomorrow to install Office 2007 on my computer because he has an extra copy. There really is a God! Take that, Science! I guess the moral of this story is that some people just cannot deal with dysfunctional technology (or incompatible computer programs) and that I will probably have to marry an IT professional so I don't die of a stress-induced heart attack before I hit 22.
