Another memory
I should really be working now on a paper I have due in three days. However, today has been irritating and actually depressing. I shouldn't feel this bad this close to my birthday. Anyhow.
The rainy weather of today, and the fact that I had to go to the library to get a book for the paper due on Sunday brought back a memory from my first year at UMW. Here we go.
It was early in September. My books had been pre-bought (typical for a first year). So I went to my Intro to Discreet Math class, and after class, the professor said that the bookstore had given me the wrong "Intro to Discreet Math" book. Book exchange only goes on for a week or so. I did the logical thing - I went straight to the bookstore and told them that they had given me the incorrect book and could I exchange it?
Well! They told me that if I wanted to return a book, I had to have a receipt. I was a bit miffed: number one, I had to go back and get my receipt, which was somewhere still packed away God knew where in my room, and number two, I wasn't returning a book that I had bought incorrectly, I was exchanging a book that someone had incorrectly given me.
I searched my room for a receipt, and I found part of it. I had classes for the rest of the day, and by the time my classes were over, the bookstore was closed. Later that night, I was online, and I realized that this particular math class would end up making me fail. I checked out "ratemyprofessors.com" and of the 70 reviews of my professor, 68 were sad faces and bad. Most said to run away, save your GPA now, etc. ... I took this advice and dropped the course.
Next day, I went back to the bookstore, and told them I was dropping the course, but here was the book, and I needed a Statistics book. They told me that only "exchanges" were going on at that time and I'd have to come back at a certain time. I was slightly pissed off, because I had no money to uy my Stats book. And of course, now I didn't technically have an exchange.
Of course, the returns were going on when I had class, but finally, the day before the last day of returns was going on, I made it back in, and they promptly told me I had the wrong part of the receipt. Back to my room. I searched it inside out. No receipt. My parents had taken it home. They eventually emailed me the receipt, which I was hoping would be sufficient. Got the email, and of course, the bookstore is closed. Of course.
Well, that week had been pretty cloudy and rainy. I woke up, and it's raining. I mean, this is epic rain. There's literally a hurricane going on outside. (Ernesto?) I took out my umbrella, my copied receipt and the offending math book, and ran to the bookstore, which was thankfully still open, and still doing returns.
I had the right part of the receipt. I was almost in the clear. The woman held up the book, rather disgustedly, and made this awful face. Her words?
"This book has water damage."
Seriously? I'll tell you what it had. It had a few drops of water on the cover. It was a hardback, shiny book. To me, water damage is having water dumped on the pages, and having it dry with the pages stuck together. Water damage is NOT ten drops of water on the hardback cover, from a fucking hurricane that managed to blow under my umbrella on my five minute run to the bookstore. And did I mention? There happens to be a really bad HURRICANE outside.
Anyway. She rolled her eyes at me, and I was shooting daggers at her with my eyes. There is a happy ending though. They took the book back and I did get my Stats book. And I passed with flying colours. I win.
This memory has been brought to you by:
~musicalsparks
The rainy weather of today, and the fact that I had to go to the library to get a book for the paper due on Sunday brought back a memory from my first year at UMW. Here we go.
It was early in September. My books had been pre-bought (typical for a first year). So I went to my Intro to Discreet Math class, and after class, the professor said that the bookstore had given me the wrong "Intro to Discreet Math" book. Book exchange only goes on for a week or so. I did the logical thing - I went straight to the bookstore and told them that they had given me the incorrect book and could I exchange it?
Well! They told me that if I wanted to return a book, I had to have a receipt. I was a bit miffed: number one, I had to go back and get my receipt, which was somewhere still packed away God knew where in my room, and number two, I wasn't returning a book that I had bought incorrectly, I was exchanging a book that someone had incorrectly given me.
I searched my room for a receipt, and I found part of it. I had classes for the rest of the day, and by the time my classes were over, the bookstore was closed. Later that night, I was online, and I realized that this particular math class would end up making me fail. I checked out "ratemyprofessors.com" and of the 70 reviews of my professor, 68 were sad faces and bad. Most said to run away, save your GPA now, etc. ... I took this advice and dropped the course.
Next day, I went back to the bookstore, and told them I was dropping the course, but here was the book, and I needed a Statistics book. They told me that only "exchanges" were going on at that time and I'd have to come back at a certain time. I was slightly pissed off, because I had no money to uy my Stats book. And of course, now I didn't technically have an exchange.
Of course, the returns were going on when I had class, but finally, the day before the last day of returns was going on, I made it back in, and they promptly told me I had the wrong part of the receipt. Back to my room. I searched it inside out. No receipt. My parents had taken it home. They eventually emailed me the receipt, which I was hoping would be sufficient. Got the email, and of course, the bookstore is closed. Of course.
Well, that week had been pretty cloudy and rainy. I woke up, and it's raining. I mean, this is epic rain. There's literally a hurricane going on outside. (Ernesto?) I took out my umbrella, my copied receipt and the offending math book, and ran to the bookstore, which was thankfully still open, and still doing returns.
I had the right part of the receipt. I was almost in the clear. The woman held up the book, rather disgustedly, and made this awful face. Her words?
"This book has water damage."
Seriously? I'll tell you what it had. It had a few drops of water on the cover. It was a hardback, shiny book. To me, water damage is having water dumped on the pages, and having it dry with the pages stuck together. Water damage is NOT ten drops of water on the hardback cover, from a fucking hurricane that managed to blow under my umbrella on my five minute run to the bookstore. And did I mention? There happens to be a really bad HURRICANE outside.
Anyway. She rolled her eyes at me, and I was shooting daggers at her with my eyes. There is a happy ending though. They took the book back and I did get my Stats book. And I passed with flying colours. I win.
This memory has been brought to you by:
~musicalsparks
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