When is it Ok to Swear...

When you find out that you've just gone through a month or more of classes that you were not supposed to be in. Classes that are actually too easy for you...
FUUUUUCK!!

So here's what happened...
We took our midterms...and when I had to go down to get my grades they
-First...Couldn't find them in the computer...
-Second...When they did find them...they were in the wrong place...
-Third... Couldn't give me any information about how I did other then some random numbers they wrote on a posted because they couldn't find my original scores from my entrance exam...

Ok.. that pissed me off and I vented quite a bit when I got home...
So the next day I decided that I would head back to the office to find out what the "mysterious posted note numbers" actually meant...
A very nice woman helped me out...and explained the numbers and what scores I actually got...
But while she was showing me my reading test numbers...she pointed out that on my entrance exam I got the highest score you could get...
In other words a PERFECT SCORE IN READING!!!!!!

So...very calmly...trying very hard to keep myself from exploding and strangling the poor girl....I asked
"Should I be in the classes I'm in?...
"No...but if you wanna change you can"...
(a look of dumb shock flickered across my face)...
After a few blinks and still holding back the raging animal within, I squeezed one last question past my tight lips...
"Isn't it a bit late to transfer now that we're near the end of the term?...I mean the finals are only two weeks away..."
"Um...yea" she said with a sorry look on her face...

I couldn't be mad at her...I just couldn't....at least she tried to help...it was the others...all those other people that I wanted to throttle...including their grand leader Ms. Stick Up Her Rectum Coordinator.
I mean...what the hell is she actually coordinating... Most of the people working under her look like deer in headlights whenever u ask them the simplest question...

So I left the office pissed but at the same time relieved and in a state of acceptance.
At least I wasn't crazy about my reading skills, and at least being in a lower class helped me build some much needed confidence. I got to meet some great teachers I would have missed meeting otherwise, and some good people too.
So all in all everything worked out for the best...
But we'll see if I need a punching bag when finals come around....sheesh...

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Cancun: I Wanna Go BACK!!!..........

That was...by far...one of the greatest trips I've had in my life...and I've been to Hawai!!....
The trip went off without a hitch...that is...until I left.

Got to the airport in plenty of time. Got through security quickly and without problems, plane took off on time and we even got to Cancun early.
But from the moment I got off the plane everything got better...
The air smelled good, even though it smelled hot and sweaty, it made me feel good.
The colors seemed surreal. As if artificially over saturated . The resort (The Royal Cancun) was amazing, the staff were wonderful, and the food, which was included, was fantastic.

The ocean was warm, the sand wasn't too hot, and at night, I had never seen so many stars. I even got to see another shooting star. It was like the universe was welcoming me home....
I even had energy to do things. Granted it wasn't like I was cured, I still had to pace myself, but I felt freer. I even started to speak more Spanish, as if my mental block was melting away.

The place was inspiring. A paradise... I mean...we even saw a double rainbow...Come ON!!!

Everything and I mean everything was as if it were meant to be, and God only knows what I could have accomplished if I had stayed there for more then a week.
I wanted to be a squatter in that hotel. I never wanted to leave....and I don't think the Mayan spirits wanted me to leave either cause it wasn't till we started to go, that I ran into problems.

Woke up with a headache, left my jacket and keys at the hotel, and the further I got from Cancun the worse I felt, so that by the time I got back to NY, I felt tired and sick. Even my skin seems to dry up. I was like a plant taken away from it's natural environment. Kinda freaky if you ask me...

All I know is that, I will forever remember this trip as being the best of my life...and I hope I get to go back again...soon...I hope...lol...