This morning I was studying for my 11am test and was soooo tired, even though I went to bed before midnight! I studied up until I left for my 9:30am finance class. I flew on my bike to class, got to the classroom, and read the sign on the door reminding me that class was in a computer lab in a different building today. Dang-it.
I got to the computer lab and slipped into an open seat at the back of the lab next to a guy from France who's in my class. Whenever I meet other people from either France, Germany, or Ecuador (the countries that our foreign exchange students are from), I really want to hang out with them, so I was inwardly happy that I'd get to talk to my french classmate :)
He helped me get up the correct excel doc, since I was 5 minutes late, and then the journey began to try to keep up with our teacher and his rocket speed at "teaching" us how to calculate the finances for a project analysis. I helped my classmate with several formulas, but somehow we got off and weren't getting the same answers as our teacher. Eventually it became ridiculous: the speed my teacher was "teaching," the miniscule size of the font on the projector from the back of the room, and the fact that neither of us were grasping the big picture of the project analysis. I couldn't help but laugh; that kind of laugh that says "this is ridiculous and there's not much I can do about it cause I have to peace out in 2 minutes to get to my test on time."
My classmate asked our teacher at the end of class about one of the rows on the excel sheet and he asked him if he had a class right after this so he could give him some one-on-one. Because he's French. Haha. Oh, goodness. I needed the help, too, but tests were calling. Maybe I'll get to meet up with frenchie again so he can set my excel sheet straight.
Roast for lunch!