A few tidbits.

Hello, everyone. Just a few tidbits for you all today:

• I was on campus dropping off a take-home exam and a paper when I realized the funeral procession of Larry Wallington was going through campus. Larry Wallington is the man who died during the shooting at OSU this past week. All of the maintenance workers and custodial staff were standing along the road, waiting for it. It was very sad, but also very uplifting to see so many of his co-workers paying respects. There were also a LOT of other random people there to pay their respects as well. Very touching. And of course the news was there. Sigh.
• I went to my professor's office to turn in my take-home exam, because he told us he wanted to speak with all of us. I got there, and went into his lounge (yes. My professor legitimately has a LOUNGE attached to his office. Ooooo business professors. Granted, he's like one of the top faculty in the dept, but still.). I saw that he was with this guy who I shall call Jeremy (that's not his name. Obvs.). Jeremy was in one of my groups last quarter, and I really liked him. Our group actually got pretty close, and I enjoyed having meetings with them. This quarter, my ENTIRE group was in the other section of this class except me, so they all formed a group. Apparently something happened with Jeremy, and essentially just dropped off the face of the earth. I literally saw him maybe 3 times all quarter, which is odd... the building isn't that big. After speaking with his group members, I learned that he barely did any work for our projects during the quarter. I mean... we only had two projects. Literally. We had no other work in that class. Just two projects. And our final was a take home exam that was to be done individually. Sooo I get to his office, and Jeremy is in there, speaking to the professor. The professor looks at me, says, "One minute." and goes back to talking. I'm like ok whatevs, and sit down in the lounge. Our professor is the NICEST guy ever. Like... so ridiculously laid back. He actually told us, "If you can't do all of the problems on the take home final, that's fine. Don't worry about it." And he meant it. Soooo the next thing I know, the professor is YELLING at Jeremy. It was so bizarre. 1) We're in grad school. Who has a professor yell at them? 2) As mentioned, this guy is the most chill, laid-back, hilarious Indian dude I've ever met. And he was YELLING? So odd. So of course I like, kind of try to eavesdrop. The door was open, it's not like they told me to close the door or anything haha. Basically it sounds like the professor is making him do all of the assignments again?!?! Maybe he found out that he didn't really contribute to the group for the first two... and I'm assuming he came to tell the prof that he didn't finish the take home final. Which is absurd, we've had it for like 3 weeks. Anyway, the professor also said something like, "You need to tell me AT LEAST 24 hours in advance if this is going to happen. And don't you DARE let me hear it from another instructor; I better hear it straight from YOU." Whoa. It was just odd. Then it went on for a little while longer, and Jeremy left. I went in, and the professor was totally normal. He was like, "Britney, I'm so glad I had you in class. You were in every class - I don't think you missed a single one, did you? But yes, it was a true honor to have you in my class; you were quiet and spoke when you needed to speak, and I really appreciate it. I really do. Do you have a job lined up after graduation? Oh, good, good, well, they are very lucky to have you." Like... so totally him. I wanted to be like ummm were you just yelling in here?! But false I did not. So tempting, though.
• Last tidbit. This is a good one. The best for last, I suppose. Sooo last night around 7:30 I was overwhelmed all of a sudden by the distinct smell of weed. It just... wafted on in. At first I tried to ignore it, but it got so strong that I really couldn't ignore it anymore. I got up from my computer and walked towards the door, where I was hit with the smell SO STRONGLY that I gagged. It was REALLY bad. I opened the door and it was definitely coming from another apartment in my building, although I'm not sure which. I shut the door and tried to go back to studying, but my throat started closing up and I got so nauseous I truly thought I was going to throw up. I got a horrible headache. Sooo essentially I got high off this smoke. Awesome. I called my apartment complex and left the bitchiest voicemail of all time. First sex boy, now this. Great. (PS I texted sex boy and he said he wasn't home so it wasn't him... and he said he didn't think it was his roommate. I believe him.) In retrospect, I should have just called the freaking police, but it didn't come to me at the time. I also wasn't sure which apartment it was... I dunno. Anyway, I was getting so nauseous that I couldn't stand to be in my apartment anymore, so Megan and Jake were nice enough to let me crash at their place for awhile. I left their apartment an hour or so later and luckily the smell had disbursed. The property manager called me this morning... he's going to knock on everyone's doors and give them a notice or something. Basically the same bullshit he did with sex boy and the music. Whatever. Hopefully it doesn't happen again, but if it does, two things will happen: 1) I will call the police immediately, 2) I will demand to be let out of my lease immediately, to get my full security deposit back, and a return of the last month's rent. If I have to move back home, I will. I'm not dealing with this anymore. It's absurd.

Those are my tidbits. Enjoy.